Aug 2016
Yes, I saw them,
One hundred forty-three souls
Pointedly thundering through
Tepid morning’s light.
Yes, I heard they are gone.
One hundred forty-three souls
On a shrouded distant shore
Flushed away in evening light.
In truth I witness here,
Without responsibility made clear,
What went wrong on that flight,
Or perhaps to say what went right
In the fate of those souls.
© 2016
One hundred forty-three souls
Pointedly thundering through
Tepid morning’s light.
Yes, I heard they are gone.
One hundred forty-three souls
On a shrouded distant shore
Flushed away in evening light.
In truth I witness here,
Without responsibility made clear,
What went wrong on that flight,
Or perhaps to say what went right
In the fate of those souls.
© 2016
The belief in fate is still very real in many of the world's societies. Stated broadly, as it is here, it seems a very barbaric system of belief more interested in relief from tragedy than the consequences of it.
(Rhode Island, USA)
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