Right there before our eyes they fell,
Each floor dissolving in itself
As would the anger of spilled flour
Crumbling in a race for first place;
A blossom of dust.
Before this time, it was Christmas,
Candlelights showed up for the dance,
The potent trees demeanor too.
Then the music from many shoes
Opened the floor’s core.
That night we made sense of physics.
The newsmen had well described it;
“Overcrowding leads to collapse.”
Nothing of the victims. They said,
“We’ll build it again.”