Behold What A Hemi Weighs.

The siren's call draws all
concrete navigators,
cruising rivers of asphalt,
to pause and gawk
at misfortune splayed
along the shore-way,
slowing rush hour
to a crawl
past dying groans.

The murmur of
maids passing,
will blend with
endless schools
of Groupers
ogling the mayhem.

Even Stingrays
and Barracudas
will slow their
speeding journeys
to  observe the wreck
of two passenger carriers.

of excitement
will stimulate interest

in the crabby

on their way
to tedious jobs,
and many mussels

will tense at the thought that
each one was only seconds
away from lying splayed
and broiled alive.

The victims will hang
on sharp metal twisted,
like bait on a hook,
catching only glances,
till the wreckage is cleared.

The siren's call
will part the waters
to the red sea
spilled on pavement,
and the morbid
will move on
at a snails pace,
back to an ordinary day.