He did he had to do He no questions He had few The tar glistens in the heat He tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the abutments
on the highway Ghosts in the The dark
Out the blinding light of day at breakneck speed Every bolt
Glistening highway groans The slick into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard Rail, scraping and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for 400 Over and
With one final back and forth rocking motion coming to
The beautiful hopelessly marred
Smoke and
So He to the small creature Screeching of steam blowing off On back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic The door sags open and a man covered in drops the three feet or so to The The car still rattling and as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling To die The man, 40ish, also a time, an agonisingly painful period of time
Is also to die
Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the on the highway But what can I do? I cannot move, everything is broken everywhere, mixing with oil and gas What's moving, must my head Pain, white light, Some guy there kneeling in the mirage of white light All my strength to Screaming now me please He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the Onto his coatsleeve blood What's He's he's towards truth He strode of into the woods the animal It still He didn't back at all
Still out ghosting the on the highway Words crumble around me and fall with the weight of I cannot I'm beneath the great I see My are blinded I am in the
it
In panic I it In I need it In my mind I it In I have it {Then a bit 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 a damn about the meterman I was the man who had to the meters, man