Route 17 - Takes 1

He lay

flattened

beneath

a white linen

at the 66

intersection

A semi-truck trailored

behind

and a motorcycle

crumpled beneath its wheels.

 

Later, I heard

your name spoken

in our country village

store

16 years old they said

crosses

have risen

there

the ground

remembers-

marks the spot

where

a soul

was

sliced out of

blood vessels

and fled the scene

of the Accident.