Collision At ‘x' Poem by Ananta Madhavan

We saw it happen,
The predictable, but preventable accident.

Someone got out of the wrecked car
And played policeman,
Waving the traffic past the block.
The curious-eyed,
Were pulled by their destinations.
They smelt an ode to distant death,
Clicked their tongues and speeded on.

The police came and drew chalk lines,
Took some photographs;
They marked the spot with a great big ‘X'.

On balconies observers leaned languidly;
They agreed how fatal was the spot marked ‘X'.
The insurance people in their glass house
Sighed, but did not blanch.
The garage people were glad, but said nothing.

Suns may collide, and Black Holes too perhaps.
Spots marked ‘X' may stretch through star ways.

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