Shards of glass stick
out of a stray piece of drywall.
Sidewalk cracked. Elevated
railway trestle collapsed.
Front door of the tenement hangs,
limp, held up by one hinge.

Fireman turns over a piece
of concrete. Mashed-flat hand
still leaks. Dust settles.



About the Author: Robert Beveridge makes noise ( and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Chiron Review, Pink Litter, and The Literateur, among others.