The call came in,
Ignition turned,
Colors screamed –
The road started to blur
In the corners of my eyes.
They said this time,
It was a mother, father, brother, and sister –
Which started to make,
The gloves I wore,
Less life-like and more idle.
The tye-rod was the
First to snap, following
The true ribs, frontal, and ilium.
The wedding bands and retainers –
The last to maintain a prior shape.
Asphalt, seats, and shards,
Lay submerged under the bright life –
I placed gauze over, to keep from spilling.
Heads wrenched further than sideways,
And bones began to unveil and protrude,
As if the skin could no longer envelop.
And that stained tattered furry stuffed animal,
That must have been her favorite of all.
The cough sunk low into his chest,
And made an end with the same life that,
Splashed up from his lungs – under
That football jersey.
License and registration, match the vehicle,
So, I scrape what I can, to gather dental records.
Their faces no longer obtain human qualities –
Only calamity.
A forensic investigator,
Charges his flash
And aims his cross-hair:
The shutter opens and they all are immortalized,
Before a closed casket funeral.
I dressed them in black robes,
With silver zippers.
And paused to wonder,
How you did your hair today.
