It’s Night Poem by Gert Strydom
It’s Night
Its night and up ahead I hear a loud bang
of metal upon metal and breaking, falling glass
when in front of me the cars suddenly brake
and somewhat macabre a horse grazes on in the field.
The lights of an ambulance and of the police flash
while their sirens shrilly shout out their warnings
and somewhere in the distance flames appear,
while a woman and child cry now and then on the wind.
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