Just read evening prayer
he screams, lead foot
and in the driver's seat:
accelerating piety
swerving through the traffic.
The time bomb ticks;
his twitching boney cheeks,
grim lined, hard wired prick;
Geelong to Melbourne,
his gun acceleration
now near up a bus's arse.
Read the fucking prayers
he pleads, white knuckle
gripping hard the wheel,
his murderous speed
now making real
his all boys' catholic jihad.
Yet I refuse, my heart beat
drumming: this is how I die;
numb beyond all knowing,
now car coffined fast,
without a prayer to answer.
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