Two ravaged vehicles sit awkwardly sprawled
on their knees, mortally injured,
unable to face each other.
Hissing, cringing in shock, they glare
at the curious crowds gathering
beneath a high noon sky.
Their broken eyes cry steamy streams of
bright green tears that splash on the pavement
and dribble over pebbles in a race
to the gutter.
Large ribbons of twisted metal,
ripped from their posts,
lie scattered on the asphalt,
reflecting sunlight amid
a heavy sprinkling of shattered glass
spattered with a spray of
alcohol and blood.
© 2014 Jaxsun Paul