The pallid eyes of a
Passersby crumble
Like broken ends of
Discarded chalk,

A child’s frown,
Fed and fattened on
Dinner at six and tales
At nine,
Is given shape by
Bright sparks of engine
Light that hiss,
And crackle, seeping
Onto the black
Tar pavement like
A grotesque animal in
It’s final throes,

A morose, angular
Apparition with ornery
Hands and cavernous
Lips sifts through
Twisted metal and
Shattered glass like
A vagabond lost in
Wisps of an ethereal
Mist.

A woman, swaying
Beneath the shadow
In a crushed driver side
Door, swears in eruptions
Of brilliant firelight.

Something in that piece really got me... can't say what it is yet, but I like it, a lot... very inspiring.

thanks, I passed a car accident not to long ago...it was bad and the image stuck with me, tried to make a reference to the spirit of the devil swooping up to collect souls...