All Over the Place

We hear again how someone sidestepped Reaper

by missing plane that, in the name of
God, ploughed the building.

How many times, do you suppose,
when you returned for change,

or cigarettes, or the damn car
finally caught
on its terminal gasp...?

And your small space was
taken, therefore, by another

who was embarrassed, or injured,
or incinerated? Kismet?

God? Luck? Appointment
in Samara missed? Really,
what the fuck’s the difference?

Your slot’s out there,as
is the person you’ll step in for,

wondering presently
about nothing.

You’ll pass? Sorry,
So punched, no
ticket left.