Fallen Pieces

While they sat at the table,
they didn't know it was unstable,
fallen crashes of mounding crust,
breaking pieces like broken rust,
bouncing off surfaces evenly spread,
as everyone held hands overhead,
shouting and screaming heard aloud,
drawing attention from the other crowd,
buried beneath those echoed walls,
under there in safety one survivor crawls,
eventually getting out into the daylight,
finally knowing everything will be alright.