“Sometimes, Nothing warns us. It cannot be thought by us. It is done to us. A gun, An earthquake, a flood—any of the muscular Horrors of this world. In those instances, we don't ask for it, We don't get to take a deep breath, It is simply the end of the chapter And page 1 of the next.” PoetryChangeViolencePoemAccidentsNatural DisastersHorrors Book:Not Go Away Is My Name Source: Not Go Away Is My Name