The smoke slow in raising – the last puff
The hot cup of tea – rejuvenating
The engines roared with delightful disdain.
Munching the miles, the car sweptA landscape whose wonder was lost
In the dark of the moonless night
With ease and joy – music and all.
A small light – a flicker to the eyes
Shimmered far ahead, a town in reckoning
And with glee the car sped to arrive
Till the darkness became abruptly blunt
The silhouette of a truck now visible
Too late, but to stare in fright
It was an explosion that killed three
Yet we stand watching our lives drift by.
An episode in life comes to an end
The rage of the screaming engine’s dead
And the adrenalin now killed in life
We stand with a calm that further scares me.
