Lookie Loo

Within the metal, gnarled and charred lay smoldering remnants of your car the sign that screamed the traffic deaths refrained from adding yours just yet As traffic trickled to one lane us Lookie-loos just couldn’t refrain and all of us including me couldn’t help but view this tragedy The tire marks along the track of concrete meant to keep you back painted pictures of the scene in smears of blood and gasoline Through twisted metal, broken glass how could one survive this crash? It took a while to cut you out several items strewn about; pacifier, diaper pack a little car seat in the back baby bottle, beer cans too I wonder what became of you?