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A Random Tragedy
A gun is fired aimlessly;
happenstance bullets dance through
a nearby apartment window,
and random tragedy ensues.
Soon,
we explicate the termination of life
to death.
Chattering as if the meaning
is somewhere beneath our breath.
But really,
we spew comforting rationalizations,
the wishful realization
that the written has run its course
as we sit
in appreciative patience.
Darkness is never haphazard,
right?
These corner-store stabs are orchestrated,
aren't they?
We scream in some sort of harmony,
they say.
But sometimes it seems
out of tune.
Sometimes
you're just in God's line of fire
and I don't think he intends such business.
But don't you believe you deserve
such a hell.
Sometimes
the motherfucker just misses.
