This one contains pieces of
    a green beer bottle
broken against a brick wall
three inches from your head
by a depressed & lonely man
with too much to drink  and
not a thing to do but  rage


This one contains shards of
    a tinted windshield
that shattered against your
skull and the only thing to
keep you from going through
was the seat belt you  were
not wearing caught your arm


This one contains seventeen
    sharp syringes once
plugged into your  arteries
to deliver bright chemicals
intended to stimulate  your
failing heart and remind it
to continue  pumping  blood

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Sep 17, 2010