There was a loud boom.
I went outside but there was nothing,
only some children kicking a ball
against the old church.

I was sure I had died
in a gas explosion.
No one spoke English so if I asked them
if I was alive
they wouldn’t be able to tell me.

I walked around town
to see if anyone would look at me
but no one did.
But maybe that was for other reasons.

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