April Poem-A-Day Challenge   Day 29

prompt: a line from a previous poem

Massive explosion
(after the collapse of a garment factory)

In a country of twenty-three million
how do we count twenty-five hundred
survivors, refugees from corporate
greed country? There are the dead
of course, almost twice as many
as we lost to fire that apocalyptic summer.
The numbers, the numbers, represent
families without food or water, without
a future. We are living in an era
of unimaginable explosive potential.