Posted on Friday 21 October 2005
last breath
between concrete and 1948 lbs of steel
4 days counting down.
images and words creepin ’round in my head. they left him there for over 3 hours ya know. tracker balancing on the passenger tires, him layin inside all broken, lifeblood streaming dripping pools on the pavement. vultures circlin’ round.
janey silent pleading for someone to put a blanket over him, know he’s so cold wearin a tank top.
and far away where nobody bled the grass was sticky red with blood. part of his arm landed there.
2 hours before anyone showed up to pronounce him dead. how did they know for sure he was dead- who made the judgement call not to rush him to the hospital with the people from the other car. did they just let him lay there and die. the photos – sometimes it’s just so bad you can see it’s death.
impound lot near empty. they always fill it from back to front. ‘cept for the tracker. dropped it front and center where the fence isn’t covered. kill trophy warning ya better not mess with ‘em less you want to end up like him.
if you need anything or someone to talk to, you know you have a friend.
i know you are hurting with it being this time of year. my heart hurts for you, i wish you didnt have to go thru this pain. if you need me, my ears are here