Train wreck he shouted!
Everyone heard the violence of the crash
grab your cameras and pens
run and see
the destruction and misery
And in the erie silence and smoke
and fire and light scattered about
there were no screams or calls for help
not even whimper or a yelp
survivers the wreckage was without
The police and firemen and reporters
scratched their heads and tried to figure it out
to be sure there was no doubt
as through it all they did scout
Hey...over here one did suddenly shout
There's a man here with his heart hanging out
and gather around they did
his heart hanging out as his eyes he hid
and and then one said 'Silence', he bid
and the man uttered his last words softly like a kid
'please tell her I loved her...the one with the smokey eyes'
and then he breathed his last breath, his own eyes aimed at the skies
© James T. Adair
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