The Accident

They stood there

heads bowed down

grief in the air

the human need

to ritualize these moments

when life passes.

Even out on the street

where oil and gas stain

the place when in a moment

it happened, and he died.


minds in a fog

standing there staring

into the void left

by one they knew.

We are born into this world

set off on a journey

our destiny uncertain

life’s mystery concealed 

within the fragility of ourselves.

Out here on the street

heads bowed down

tears watering the place

mingle with oil and gas

left in the wake.


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