Even as we speak,
a child is being beaten, and
across a certain distance,
a man is being shot and killed, and
a woman's screeching
not quite to
a halt,
sliding sideways
as huge headlights speed their widening jaws
to fill the glass, crash down and
devour more than half
her life,
And you and I
talk on of life,
how beautiful it is and was,
or sad, how lovely it could be?
It all depends, so much
on us
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