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It must have happened
so perfectly timed: the two cars apart
like the two halves
of a cracked open walnut;
and all the world
homing in for the treat.
It is the broken architecture
that loosens the kernel
(while the ambulance came and went)
the sweet flavour of disaster
is one of justice seen
to be done.
Justice, at once divined, perhaps
reckoned undeserved, showing up
the immediately before
the accident
another worldly dimension.
How else to explain
the will of God in these matters?
But after shock comes calm,
proving, even as the scene
is cleared, nothing
out sways the hand of providence. |
