After the Boston Marathon Bombing

I interrogated the God            I claim I don’t believe in
 
the way the brain questions a leg            ripped away at the knee
 
and will not accept            its desertion
 
the way a severed artery shouts            into the void
 
the way nerves keep firing            at phantoms
 
the way a scared soldier            obeys no commander
 
shooting blindly            into the suffering air
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