Tonight I am transparent
as I float through the debris
of twisted cobalt metal
and head-on collisions.

This yellow tape
that seems to prevent the rest
allows me to slip through
as I watch my brother
whisked away on a
seemingly thin layer
of linen canvas
and I find myself wondering
why he didn't fall through already.

Cars slow ...
beady eyes stare in mock poignancy
at this so-called tragedy
while children cast pointed whispers
at the occasional spattering of blood
that laminates the dark road.

One of the many men
in cobalt-blue uniforms
declare to our gaping audience
that there is nothing more to see here.

And I watch
my head disappear
as I become engulfed in some leaden bag
securing the top with the satisfying sound of a zip.

The last thing I remember
was the look of the sky
and the inaudible sound
coming from my brothers throat
as I made impact with the vehicle
that had swerved into my lane.

09/18/2003

Posted on 09/18/2003
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