The car must have lost control

sleep overtaking the driver perhaps.

 

I came across the debris field

through an unblinking coma at seventy

at three in the morning

       Saw the barrier peeled away

       the black oil trails

       sleek entrails of car body parts

       steam from recent heat

       blistered asphalt

no visible sign of shell or body..  

 

A deadly curiosity

rallied my nervous flight

as to how motion wears life thin

on the unplanned edge

of an uncompromising motorway night.

 

I checked the rearview mirror, the past

so recently cast

and all was quiet.