We all had a laugh,how the front
of The Royal Consort Hotel
fell off in broad night light.
Through the dust and rubble
the toffs coughed and spluttered,
seeming troubled just like us,
desperately pulling on underwear,
frantically waving from lofty rooms,
faces garish in a fluerescent dawn,
not one yawned
as a fresh breeze blew through.
Some called from beneath large lumps
to friends crushed forever
as they never had been while living.
Like us, those left felt barely alive,
just grateful for the moment;
revealed naked in a twilight zone,
before luxery limo's arrived, and whisked
the survivors back home and out of site.