On Good Friday the roads are full on
And the last of our night shifts went on
At three in the morning the next tasking
Was an accident that was devastating
So we attended it on Bower road, Semaphore
A Holden had hit a pole exploding with gore
A young driver had hit the pole full on hard
And his life ended on the bitumen scarred
We took the measurements for it all
And went to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital
When the doctors had pronounced death
The next step was telling his family of the mess
So we started the trek to two parents living apart
And went through the death messages breaking their heart
The last task on that night was to tell his grandparents too
I still hear his grandmother shriek not wanting to hear it all through.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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