Crash

Two sides

One chocka

One eerily vacant

Three lanes, the hard shoulder

No place for a pavement

At odds with each other

Permanent contraflow

Today one lies dead

And the other moves slow

At fifty below the supposed legal limit

Bumper to bumper

We curse each cruel minute

As our journey ticks by

As the miles elongate

A nuisance as opposed

To the cruel twist of fate

That occured travelling westbound

Early hours of the morn and

Cleared the carriageway

Til the following dawn.

We make our slow march

As we queue up to gawp at

The metal concertina

Then it’s gone from our thoughts

For a few, fleeting moments

We lament the poor soul

Then instantly move on

Get back to our goal

Put our foot down

Forget

Erase the entire, horrid scene

We’ll relive it, no doubt

On our home TV screens

Presently, we delete it

Take no heed or precautions

Continue to drive in a way we’re not ought to

Too fast and too close

There should be no surprise when

In just a few hours

This road

Claims a victim again