Where you are
When terror comes
Is karma,
Call it what you will,
Its chain untraceable.
You cannot call it anything but miracle.
Explosions over France tonight,
The inexplicability of death and fright;
Yet in the bloodbath some survive,
Shielded in uncanny ways:
Wrong time, right place;
Cell phone or a leather jacket,
Bend of knees, a sudden sneeze;
Placement meters from the rocket
Or the bullet, slightly wounded
In the toe by shrapnel’s glow,
You don’t know where to go and so,
You hide, ride out the storm
Until police and saviors come;
Some miracle of cause/effect,
Your destiny, your fate:
Call it what you will,
It’s still
A miracle.
This verse concerned survivors.
We will not mention perpetrators –
Pawns of ideology that kills. Well,
Karma’s individuality will tell.
“He who lives by sword will die…”
Though every word he swears by
Has a scripture.
I’m pretty sure!
November 14, 2015 (the six-fold terror attack on France)
Our Times, Out Culture II; War Book II;
Arlene Corwin
