Lost Head Going Home

drunk young insane youth reckless rode rolling roaring rocking horse death throbbed snobbed recklessly between limbo lost leaden limb legs death choked feelinglessly firmly within tight leather gloved throttled hand never riding wild enough never riding fast enough until suddenly had to stop in fatal death dying seconds until timeless terror filled seconds last timeless terror filled seconds telephone pole planted roadside blocked pathway concrete beam bisecting runaway blocked roadway around tight murderous corner cannot stray around overshot sped corner couldn’t swerve while the pole moved into line of sight while the pole moved into dead reckoning while the pole instantly moved half an out of line bloody inch while the pole immobile moved half a bloody inch telephone pole deeply embedded moved a whole half-inch then slid directly dead into dead line of sight upon the body no mark upon the shoulders no head upon body no mark not a scratch nor mark upon shoulders no head nothing from pulp neck up stiff rod like corpse found stone cold dead buried in local communal cemetery buried in coffin without head drunk young insane one could have had a son could have had some fun if he’d kept his head one night excess drinking he’s dead should have stayed slept gone to bed Copyright © Terence George Craddock http: //www.poemhunter.com/terence-george-craddock/