11 May 2012
Please drive carefully through the village.
30 miles per hour.
Don't hurry.
Look out for your fellow man.
Just a lapse of concentration
Was all it took
To hear the sickening crunch of metal
And a gut-wrenching scream.
To feel the judder,
The jolt of impact,
Forces finally being stopped in their path.
Never mind that, hearts being stopped.
A crumpled mess sitting on the roadside
Dead or alive?
I won't find out.
Reverse,
Drive off,
Don't look back,
Go on as normal.
Thank you for driving carefully.
Do I detect a hint of sarcasm?
Drive • Opuss № I