What For

What for Late in the August night, she was driving into town it was a warm night, full moon hung low on a heaven of dreams; she heard a click but didn’t sense the blast, ripping the car apart with claws of demise. She was lifted up high and landed in the raven forest with inflamed soil of many wars fought. Her brain managed to think before it stopped asking what for? On the same night, a young man hastened to town he was in love and texted his beloved text that became the whispering wind Too late to stop the car ran under a heavy truck his head parted from the body and landed on a sable coat in the diminishing seconds of consciousness The brain asked what for.