Poetry About Explosions

Gas gathers unseen inside the sealed room. One spark gives pressure a violent language. Windows bow outward before the sound arrives. Dust carries the shape of what stood there. An explosion spends stored force all at once. Silence afterward measures the distance changed.

Look again from the quieter edge. One spark gives pressure a violent language. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Dust carries the shape of what stood there. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Silence afterward measures the distance changed.

Gas gathers unseen inside the sealed room. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Windows bow outward before the sound arrives. It returns us to pressure, combustion, shock waves, destruction, industry, war, and energy released in an instant. An explosion spends stored force all at once. The day continues with a more attentive heart.