Five killed as Prime Air cargo jet overruns a Miami runway and strikes vehicles on Labor Day weekend

Sunday's headline is not the package. It is the smoke past the taxiway. The briefing will name Flight 7598, a charter operator, and a converted 767. The photograph will be cars struck where the runway was supposed to end. Amazon will file condolences; the NTSB will file knots and timestamps; Miami-Dade will file a death count. Each statement will be true. None will be whole. Literature has been watching this split since the factory outran the village. In Hard Times, Dickens gave us Coketown — a city that measured everything in facts and tonnage until the human cost arrived on a street the ledger never bothered to name. In Frankenstein, Shelley warned that the maker who races past consequence does not get to choose where the fire lands. The useful question is not whether the jet was on approach when it touched down. It is who was standing past the line the runway was supposed to end.