On the Bridge, a Carnage

On the bridge, a carnage,

Turmoil in a flipped white bus

Unified gasp like collective hiccups.

Head stuck in glowing screen —

For fear, nah — for horror.

 

You cannot stay bowed forever 

Death holds an irresistible allure.

The bloodied head, the resolved chin

The displaced leg, the lifeless 

Body on the route to daily hell.

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One Reply to “On the Bridge, a Carnage”

  1. It’s World War III sniper style
    A twisted hate filled group
    in a delusional tantrum
    strewing pain and death
    indiscriminately like
    children shooting dice
    with hand grenades.

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