It's beyond comprehension. Each morning, the number grows: 22,000; 44,000, 58,000, 76,000 --
This entire city, its booksellers, its bureaucrats, its shopkeepers, gone. Homes, grocery stores, apartment buildings, libraries, swept away. Its grandmothers, gardeners, carpenters, and all of its children, dead. Bodies in the broken streets.
It's beyond imagining.
a dead sparrow
on the frozen ground