Arm sticking out of piled debris,
his torso stuck in a safe groove,
Searching eyes of the SFPD,
detected fingers trying to move.

“We got a live one in this heap!”
Paramedics were hastily called.
Shovels, cranes dug deep,
salvaging life, momentarily stalled.

Grueling hours, sweaty brows,
Removed splinters, mortar, steel,
Finally an arm, a leg! “Go, slow!”
“Be careful! He’s gonna heal!”

Two more wounded, one dead found,
before the rescue came to a halt.
Rebuilt, repaired, structurally sound(?),
Perched atop San Andreas Fault.

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