Caprice

The bolts strike

Flung over God's shoulder

Capricious tosses of fate

Piercing innocent hearts

Jagged electrostatic flashes

Thrown from heaven 

Hurtled upon human rabble 

The huddled clusters and lone wolves

Smiting them

Some flail and fight for a bit

Others gasp and succumb

A few survive

They clutch each other 

Meld together

Praying to grow smaller

They stand still

Grow silent

Hold their breath

Standing amidst the cries

They mutate into nothing

Making themselves invisible

I open my eyes 

The priest infuses her ashes with holy water and incense

Offering prayers while handing the white draped box to her sister

I say amen

The gravediggers lower the coffin into its forever nest 

The mourners step up to complete the burial

I throw three shovels of dirt

I close my eyes 

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