the explosion is a shock to every sense , jarring the eyes and ears and mouths and noses and skins of every portion of the land , because part of us dies in it , torn to pieces as the lip of the hill erupts once more , members of the land dying with their voices wide open , sending the actualities of their death to us all , so we all die with them , are all injured with them , are all covered in the same smoke , the same showers of dirt and stone , showers that knock down both me and- the sky , i hear- the sky ?