Fenders crush and mangle;
glass is thrown like a bad hand
to pavement and thru flesh.
Then a dark red rises
on the horizon of a dashboard
Bodies stumble out as
bright colored lights announce,
in hysteria, their tragedy.
…And all in the world glance sideways
and drive — to their parking places
but behind are left, doors that will never
be opened again, and eyes
that will not close
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