The lull between the squalls

In the aftermath of the cyclone squalls

time was clocked in by the church bells

plated in between sheets of silence.

The uncharted surplus of violence

had shocked most into mutism;

the rest preached apocalypticism

or inculcated words of redemption.

Flotsam was pillaged for consumption

when news of another hurricane

sent the hopes of many down the drain

and to some others straight to the gods.

Tomorrow would see who'd beat the odds.