Human Error
Human error
Is 97%,
Mechanical,
Only three.
Mine is 99%.
Randomly,
I've survived
On 1%
Of
Miracles.
My car,
Smashed
Into a ditch,
Shooting off
The motorway,
Somersaulting
In the black,
Tel Aviv night.
As I turned
Over and over,
I feared the worst,
My brother Bobby,
Had already
Crashed
And died,
But luck
Would have it,
I stepped out,
Unscathed.
My jacket,
Shredded.
My nose
Full of the
Windscreen
As I had inhaled
Its chunks of
Glass.
Arriving at
The airport,
To greet
My Dad,
He gasped
With joy
On seeing me,
Saying,
He'd felt
Something
Bad had happened
To me,
And where
Was my new car?
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2009-12-22 at 13:20
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