In the aftermath of the crash
when his car bounced off the semi
and tumbled he was flung out.
The old metal Cadillac
landing on top of him
All is silent as I approach
I brace for what I'm about to witness.
I see him on his side
almost as if asleep.
He looks comfortable, serene
despite the fact that the car
is on top of him
His mouth is open
and foam exudes
from crushed lungs.
A lady calls 9-11
She yells as if
that will make
the meat wagon
come faster.
We get a jack and try to lift the car off him
as if by doing such the man once freed
would rise from his slumber and walk away.
Someone says “ I think he’s still alive.”
At the same time the jack slips.
The car falls hard his bones crunch
removing all doubt.
In a list
A contest entry
- Dying Is The Latest Fasion by SoundsOfSilence.
800 points, ended April 5, 60 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
Damn...
This is great!
Exactly what I wanted to read.
Exactly.
=D
Thanks so much.
~Kit -
Ouch, that makes me feel sick reading this... good job though...
Adding your comment:
