Listen for directions from authorized personnel:
which hopeless thoughts to avoid,
how long to wait for the destroying angels to tire
and the broken buildings to stop burning.
Remain inside the train if possible,
but if not, open the side door and go out,
and love the truculent witnesses to ambiguous events,
love witches’ gloves, dead men’s bells, bloody fingers,
love the street dogs that bark dismally
and the sunsets that can be beautiful if the light
catches the brick dust and swirling ash just so.