Those Who Wore Their Twisted Cars

I was a paramedic for many years until a work injury put a stop to things and so this is a poem reflecting on my career my blood was pouring into him while his blood stuck my feet to the floor a floor vibrating over wheels screeching corners with road signs flickering lights, shouting back at us how we disturbed sleep this night of every night this shift of every shift there's something about metal and bone how artistic, exquisite, we shared our mettle and our blood back then my ambulance was theirs too