Incident On I-59 Part Iii
“What’s going on, what’s next?”
(Medi-Vac on the way, keep pumping!)
A faint roar and whop-whop-whop-whop
(No not there! The south-bound lane! Over...)
The median grass was newly cut but still tall
(Lean over him so the grass won’t get in his face!)
The chopper landed about 30 feet from my car
50 yards behind, traffic backed up out of sight
A ramp dropped. Two men, another stretcher...
(Would you gentlemen mind giving us a hand?)
It took six of us to pick up it up...
The biker and me on opposite sides
The two medics, the two ambulance drivers.
(Sir, I need you to take my place back here
I’m having trouble holding up my end)
We slipped. We fell. The median was steep.
(It’s alright! It’s okay! Ready? Lift!)
We made it.
Back slapping and high-fives...
(Thanks fellas, couldn’t have done it without you)
I walked slowly back to the car and got in
A low-pitched whine, then louder, screaming
Whop-whop-whop---Violent wind, grass blowing
Tilting slightly, the Angel of Mercy soared
Smaller now, smaller. A black dot...Gone.
I wonder if he made it.
Stopped at a rest area on the way home
Washed dried blood off my hands
Splashed cold water on my face
Looked in the mirror...
She was waiting for me at the front door
I held her crumpled, bloody jacket in both hands
She looked into my eyes, calmly took it away
and dropped it in the washer...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
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