Examining a Car Wreck

Examining a Car Wreck

All that is left is the husks,

the shell, an ear of corn that has

been plucked, bent, glass sprayed around

the scene like origami, oil slicked, fire-

red mixed with the siren of upcoming tragedy,

while everyone stops by, suddenly feeling

contrite, more like blood hungry, braking,

keepmovingkeepmoving, whistling, look look

look, blowing around like a tumbleweed, the

passenger window, he was probably looking at

you the whole time, pray, where are the

survivors, are there any, I find myself

herding, craning my neck, examining the

car wreck for a sign of blood.