Tough skinned senselessness
Comes to a screeching halt,
Holds us in its headlight’s glare.
Potion of modern-day gods,
On the brim of a mother’s eyes,
In a father’s throat.
Young girls muffle their cries,
Men swallow their anger
In unspoken deference for the irreversible.
Frozen in the grasp of sudden tragedy,
We dare not ask,