They flew over it

Morning was my  night spilled over as a Kolkata flyover was recalled with men under it. The flyover that spilled into the lives of anonymous victims as it came crashing on them . It was our city’s men  who had made it .

An act of God? Does God do a shoddy job? Was it their God or ours in this city whose men went to build it?

Why do you make me  feel guilty? I am not my brother’s keeper.