the arrow of time has bullseye struck
termination barrier concrete telephone pole
fate reckless speed dead reckoning
while the pole instantly moved
half an out of line bloody inch
while the pole immobile moved
half a bloody inch
telephone pole deeply embedded
moved a whole half-inch
upon the body no mark
upon the shoulders no head
upon body no mark
not a scratch nor mark
upon shoulders no head
nothing from pulp neck up
stiff rod like corpse
found stone cold dead....
Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem