The Gust - Baghdad

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse21 Sep 2016

I knew it was coming.
The Green Zone sirens
Blared their warning
Calling out across the ancient Tigris
Spreading gentle ripples of terror
Through the womb of history.

I felt it speeding.
Through the dusty orange air
I heard it roaring
Making its cartoon clichéd wail
As it rushed to meet its noisy rendezvous
With a haphazard crash site.

Then I felt it screaming.
But still it hadn’t reached me
I felt it, shivering,
Holding my breath in anticipation
Of the hot blast
That I couldn’t escape.

In my face the fiery passing.
A slap-like blow
In an instant leaving
Clouds of debris and smoke
As my choking breath escaped
And everything went black.