Near misses and narrow escapes form a bridge,
And there’s repetition because of the addition.
Somewhere in the daily sum, one gets added to none,
Like God to Man. Sister, I have to ask,
We did flee last year and went somewhere safe then,
How come we’re facing the same ordeal a year hence ?
In general,
Men keep on forgetting something convenient in Egypt,
Hence they return and start again, until it finds them.
But our name should be inscribed in the book at the time
Angels pass over the silent houses with crimson lintels,
Because September was too far then,
And September is too late now.

Image credit : Dog Turned Into Lion Julia Marie Werner