Fourty-1

If I could sit in a room, trapped
tonight would be a cold and dreary night.
I was told that I would be released.
All I did was watch
"Things Not To Do".

The voices seem to rotate
about every half an hour.
It calls aloud.
It began about 8:15.
It may just be through the entire night.

A day of rest, the dust has settled.
Not a hint of layers, inches thick,
from the rubble that collapsed.
A moment, a decision.
Some lay beneath the rubble, still alive.
Craving to be known.
Craving to be heard.
Craving to be rescued.