I saw a red Camaro twisted,
Sitting up on the driver’s side
Smashed up against a guard rail
Right where her head ought to be.
Police lights were flashing,
Fire trucks racing up the highway
We were hoping they would win,
Reaching her before she was gone.
Thousands of glass shards were
Strewn like a thin glittering stream
Across the highway lanes, thin blood
Ribbons intermingled with the windshield.
As we came even with the ambulance and
Police cars, the EMTs were strapping her body
Unmoving, small and still, hair standing out,
Onto a small gurney for her final ride.
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