The sad confluence of events, starkly rendered
in terse words over the static of the airwaves
confronting you with your own mortality
you’ve got no control
there was nothing that could’ve stopped this
you don’t know the reasons
how could you possibly know the solutions?
how could you possibly know who to blame?

We try to pretend we have control
that this was 100% preventable
and maybe there’s really a chance in the future
but we can only talk about risk-reduction
about statistical significance, about random chance
trying to imagine that the averages and the distributions
correlate to some concrete mechanism

but maybe there is no concrete mechanism, no iron-logic culmination of events
except for the hand squeezing the trigger
and those unlucky to be standing at the wrong place at the wrong time