Roy Ernest Ballard
Crash - Poem by Roy Ernest Ballard
Massif L'Estérel, rounding a hairpin,
I came across an old wreck by the road,
close by a tree, a sports car painted red.
Allured by speed along the mountain road
its fearless driver failed to make the bend;
smashed sideways on the tree it broke in two.
One gaily coloured half lies upside down
the rest gapes upright... and the cuckoo calls.
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Je me demande... was this wreck connected with the book in some way?
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