It often happened at dinner.
The whistling
then came the blast
followed by an expulsion of breath
and knowing that I have been spared –
but only just
While somewhere
amid cries and choking clouds of smokes
there was a scrambling
a barehanded digging
of pulling out debris
what remained of a sister,
a brother, a grandmother
I wasn’t at all surprised
when father said
fate is what is beyond man’s control
In every book
everyone has a chapter
we reincarnate,
we come back again
we are all characters
entertaining God
But then I wonder
if God was smiling or sobbing
when our breath
was rinsed by death
while we entertain.
That’s vivid. Nice portrayal and it’s less worrisome when this evil hasn’t reached one’s door.You did well, poet 👍