There’s an ineluctable,
and at the same time
fugitive intimacy
in watching your own house
burn down on videotape.
Strangers in helmets
smashing windows with
axes: the most obvious
analogy (so let’s skip that)
would be with rape.
No. This is even more
impersonal; let it seem odd.
Here’s a monitor-full
of what the actuaries mean
by an act of God.
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