Crash

The night began like any other, I grabbed my gear, laced up my boots, And threw spit shine on the leather. Rifle slung and bag in hand with the usual friendly banter I had yet to reach my ride As the mic began to chatter. Heading to a crash, one that happened at high speed Smoke debris and gasoline Unsure of what I’d need I hit the lights and sirens and surged my car to life I felt beside my magazine to ensure I had my knife. Updates came as I picked up speed, Though their tone had already spoken There would be no life to save this day, another family broken The cars like origami, metal mixed with flesh I cut right through their shattered windshield, But all I found was death I remind myself again that I know it’s for the best. I’m one of the few who deal with this To shelter all the rest. I left that call and drove away, my shift had just begun I was only fifteen minutes in and we’ve lost another one