White-Out Poem by Nancy Ames

(This poem is a dramatic monologue spoken by an implied character)


'The snow is falling faster
and I could never say
I'd save her from disaster.
I had to go away.

I'd never seen her face
when she came on to me.
She seemed so commonplace.
I take it when it's free.

Her child with my blue eyes
is looking through a fence
at jungle and bright skies
and scenes of violence.

I can't see six feet further
than the windshield of my truck.
I didn't mean to hurt her.
She just ran out of luck.

Thank God I'm almost home! '
Then everything went black.
In twisted steel and chrome,
he rode the railroad track.