Perspiration clings to his forehead
as his foot smashes the accelerator;
A single key
orchestrates his death song.
The “new property” snarls as its tires
sizzle on the asphalt.
The symphony of wailing sirens
pursues him down the throat
of a choked highway.
He fondles the shift and surges ahead.
The wind slaps him, but
it cannot halt
an angry typhoon
of flesh and steel.
A tear forms in the man’s eye.
Why did it have to be like this?
Why did I get involved in this
sort of thing?
Shaking his head, he crushes the pedal harder.
The man is hit with a violent rattle;
the right rear tire has punctured.
The car loses control and somersaults
over the pavement,
like a failed takeoff.
His vision blurs as he concludes
his final refrain.
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