The Wreck

Charcoal sportscar zips past

A chaotic race with regard to no one

Squealing tires leave rubber on the asphalt

A spinning dragon, out of control

Screams of metal crashing on metal

The defenseless Buick twists and buckles

Splintering glass floats to the earth

A stillness settles, if only for an instant

Faces pale in a sudden stupor

A woman stumbled over to offer help

Staring eyes of frightened youngsters

A scene which shatters any fortress

Light pulsing round and round

The ambulance coming, dressed in white

Weaving through the maze of madness

A following of policemen close at hand

Mother and child creep from wreckage

A spectacle of circumstance

Carting off a blood drenched grandma,

The surgeons left to do the mending.

But fate or perhaps folly

Has all seized within its comedy

A puzzle with a missing piece:

Why?