It was easy to see that something was wrong
in the dents
and shattered glass
scattered around the wreck
I could see that the driver and the passenger were still there
trapped in a prison of tortured metal
arguing about whether to change the radio station
so I walked over and offered to help
but they said no
the war was going fine without me
and started to debate
the best colour of automotive paint
and I couldn’t help but wonder if it all started when a mind wandered away from the road
and a pair of eyes followed
it is hard to see love
in a life that has lost focus
was all this rage about how to colour over the damage relevant
when the wheels of the car have fallen off
and rolled to bottom of the hill
they are about to tumble down
even as I watched it happen
I couldn’t help but wonder
when did this accident begin
Kelvin Bueckert 