He did he had to do He asked no He had few The tar glistens in the heat He tread the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments
on the highway Ghosts in the The cave
Out into the blinding light of day at breakneck Every rumbling
Glistening highway mirage The surface Careening into first the small mammal, and screeching along the guard Rail, scraping paint and sparks like sheets of pure terror for 400 and over
With one final and forth rocking motion coming to rest
The beautiful hopelessly marred
and flames
So He moved to the creature Screeching whistles of blowing off On it's back, wheels like a cinema classic The door sags and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to The The car still and shaking as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling To die The man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly period of time
Is unwilling to die
Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the But what? can I do? I move, everything is about broken Blood everywhere, mixing oil and gas What's moving, must turn my Pain, white light, Some guy there kneeling in the blinded of white light All my strength to now help me please He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had from the wreck Onto his coatsleeve blood What's he's inching towards truth He of into the woods with the animal It lived He glance back at all
Still out the road on the highway Words crumble around me and fall the weight of heaven I cannot I'm beneath the weight I see My eyes are I am in the
it
In I forget it In despair I it In my I save it In death I it a bit louder} In panic I it In despair I it
I laugh Hah hah hah really Oh
In panic I it In I need it In my mind I it In I have it Never gave a damn the meterman I was the man who had to the meters, man