Heart of Town (Poetry)

There is a beat, deep underground,
the traffic's roar drowns out,
and most don't hear the drum's slow pound
beneath the newsboy's shout.

Bass-low but strong, vibrations run
through peopled streets and squares
who take the city's throb and hum
for granted, unaware

town noise is not the only sound -
their high-pitched lives conceal
an older rhythm, more profound,
organic in appeal.

Like a faint clock that's marking time,
subliminal, its beat
the echo of some grand design
undone by man's deceit.

In silence, following the bomb -
with buildings blown apart -
in that still moment everyone
can hear its thudding heart.