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Car Wreck
by Ken HarnischYou may close your eyes
But it doesn’t mean
You don’t want to see
The car wreck
Alternately fascinated
And appalled by carnage,
We are drawn to the charnel house
By the mere promise of slaughter
And you sense, even if
A door yaws open and
And a shaking hand waves
In the rainy night, that
Nothing will ever be the same;
That the butterfly effect is
Already taking hold;
That the secret tsunamis are rushing
Across many ocean floors
To bring disaster to the unwarned
Asleep in the bliss of paradise.
Predicting rain,
You feel so disappointed
At the absence of clouds.
Predicting disaster, however,
All you have to do is stand
At the corner where your
Own dream crashed, and wait
Someone as reckless as you
Once were is bound to be on the road.
04/03/2010 Posted on 04/03/2010
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/03/10 at 07:28 PM Everytime I go out lately; I see car wreck after car wreck. You cannot help but look and pray that nobody is hurt.
I live in a resort area. The tourists clog the roads. The locals hate the "Shoebies", but the economy of the area depends on THEIR money.
Exceptional- thank you. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/03/10 at 10:07 PM ...sword of double-edgeness...such is love. well twisted in this one. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/04/10 at 11:20 PM I like how you developed this and the last two stanzas finish it off perfectly. Thank you. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/07/10 at 07:58 PM Those fourth and fifth stanzas are flawless, sir. The whole poem is good but the left-right combo from four and five are quite brilliant. |
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