It seems fate has preserved us for another deathAs debris was deferred to fall from house danceEven as a market bench was shivering intenselyOn an evening of shoe purchases in the hill city.
Beautiful people cried in phone to kids in big eyes
From frightened mom’s love away in market place
Wondering if it meant good bye to world , kid love
Husband fights, boss harangues, pretty clothes.
Shoes might click away on tarmac and airplane flying
And falling to another death was a remote possibility
If the earth rumbled a second time in its after-anger.
But later ,fate said, preserving us for another death.