The press of shattered steel, glass, and other shiny modern
Detritus fills him with pain unimaginable as his fingers grope

For connection under the rubble. He cannot see. His heart flutters
Wildly, a bird pecking to be free, a blur of blind panic. Palm dead

Ends in a burning rodent. Elbow touches a ragged metal edge that
Cuts more pain into the unimaginable hellacious. His fingers finally

Grope into a tiny, rotten cavern. The dread un-happened event has
Happened, the one insured against in this world of things, the techno

Jungle of high-tech puff adders. As the poison makes it sway, his
Fingers find their way to his final benediction, the love of his life.