A ragtag group of four
All wrapped up in
A alcohol fog
The oldest geezer lounges
On the side of the road
Garbled conversations
Piece the hearts
Of the onlookers
While medics work furiously
To save a young lad
Mangled by metal fragments
And glass
Lying in a pool
Of a sticky fluid
In a nightmarish scene
Full of Dante's Hell
Under the vivid
Red flashing lights.

9-14-03
Laura R