Car nage No 11
(((This is a true I used to live in the Bay)))) Neil
Hills fold dark in Pukerua Bay
The deadly plot unfolds
The rain plays a soft tattoo on tin roofs
On this Sunday afternoon
Below the car snake winds its way south
The road way is wetting
At the shops an ambulance sits in wait
Coiled for the kill
The trap is set
In the hissing convoy someone slips
And the carnage begins
That noise the tear of metal
The killing machine wails
The master now the slave
The metal beasts strike out
Soft bodies impale against the shards
Bones snap heads smash
Red paints the scene
Breathe shallows or silences
The snake stops
disbelive and shock
The siren seranade begins
A theatre of rescue arrives
This a death scene and battle maim
Sweep up the damage and the dead
Whisk away the players
Let the snake move on its way
Till the next next rainy day
@Neil W Furby
