The day they got away from him
Meant everything
About how it had been.
The day the heaving terrible mass of their collective fear and
Power tangled headlong and harness straps into the boulders.
The pile of potential horror
Of broken legs or necks.
The calamity of loss
Of control
And the danger, terrible to approach,
of untangling them, of righting them.
Of saving face and finding composure or relief
in the eyes of us.
It was terrible, too much.
A total and utter chaos of too heavy too much too fast
and took everything away
from us,
There, standing as audience
reluctant
but unwilling
maybe unable then, to
Stop the headlong
Panic into Fury.

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