April 3rd – Desperate Atrophy
I slowed down,
in immediate response to blue lights
flourescent sign glistening in the rain.
A car flipped on its roof
panels scraped to silver steel
(I think it might have been red before)
as if parked
but just the wrong way up.
Hi-vis jackets on dark uniforms
swept debris from Tarmac
methodically cleansing the site
of shards of glass and shattered plastic, maybe worse.
I thought about speed and rain
I thought about the dog I saw run over
just a week ago
I thought how we are all dying
one way or another
but I’d rather not like this
and that perhaps
I should cut them some slack
those hi-vis wearers,
I mean there they were clearing up the mess
that someone else had made.