The News.

It's where beauty and death are one.
The sun rises.
They fall
From the jagged edge
Of sunset.
He talked, I listened:
Hope for my wife and children.
Flowers sat on the road.
Letters from the government haunt him
Forever.

It's where innocence and death collide.
Where children once laughed,
Parents shout
From the anger that replaces grief.
They fall
From the unstable walls.
Dust and ashes.
It's all rubble.

I watched the news today.
http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/world/2008/06/10/lah.japan.suicide.cliff.cnn