The riders on the bus were not aware of the explosion
They road along in bumping silence, kept company only
By their thoughts, their fears, the hunger, or by podcasts
They hurtled forward towards an interstate they would
Never merge with, eyeing the stop cord suspiciously
As their stops approached. Down through the valley
Wending toward a quiet doom that they just avoided.
Five minutes earlier and they would have all been burned
Alive in a gas tanker explosion that God had planned to
Destroy them. Of course no one would say that aloud
But as they crept closer to the site of their fate, the
Thought flitted across their faces as they leaned into
Their windows to get a better view of e roiling black
Smoke.
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