If It's An Accident Poem by Violet Llewellyn

One stark black strip of madness
On a balmy brightened eve
With two pinpricks of disaster
And three souls that don't believe

Red rivers coursing through them
For how much longer no one knows
Because a palm on a circle wobbles
And the dark knows how that goes

When the one in control has no control
Of its spinning arcing sight
It will miss the obvious
And two won't survive the night

One will try for justice
One will try to escape
And that one will die in lightning
As they pull the drape

No one survives the solstice
From this balmy brightened eve
Three souls went missing
And left too few to grieve