The Accident

The Accident He laid lifeless, mouth agape, his head on the unforgiving tarmac road and like flies on a carcass , a curious crowd waited for the sound of a busy ambulance and when it came its fat black tires crushed the shards of broken plastic from his motorbike making an awful breaking sound but nobody seemed to know him, with his neat trimmed moustache and open-necked death when they lifted him onto the stretcher his wallet fell from his jacket pocket and lay open like a rape victim beckoning us to peer inside and I imagined his soul levitating into the blue, far away from debt, regret and the five o’clock news… and anyway , a curious crowd a curious crowd I didn’t want to know where it might be going.