Red Camaro

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.