A Roadside Memorial Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

A Roadside Memorial



She couldn't touch him
Not for one moment
Dead not on the cross
But at the crossroads
Crucified on the splintered tree
Speed
Speed
Rubber
Metal and grief
And he was buried in an empty coffin
Trash
Like a beer can
And his mother
The only one who really cared
Never even got to see him

Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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