creating panic, hurtling pedestrians
aside, birds frightened burst out
of trees, hordes flying reaching
out in emptiness,
whose limbs were crushed
whose breath was weak
whose life was fading
whose heart was failing
another death in the van
another body in the sand
all cleared soon, the mortal
coil flecked and flossed
The race lost, blood stained
clearing the space ,for freshly pained
shrill siren sounds
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