Tuesday, January 30, 2007

On Highway 109

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile  
They said had run the light  
That caused the six-car pileup  
On 109 that night.  
When broken bodies lay about  
And blood was everywhere,  
The sirens screamed out eulogies  
For death was in the air.  
A mother, trapped inside her car  
Was heard above the noise;  
Her plaintive plea near split the air:  
"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"  
She fought to loose her pinned hands;  
She struggled to get free  
But mangled metal held her fast  
In grim captivity.  
Her frightened eyes then focused  
On where the back seat once had been  
But all she saw was broken glass and  
Two children's seats crushed in.  
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;  
She did not hear them cry  
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,  
"Oh, God, don't let them die!"  
Then firemen came and cut her loose  
But when they searched the back,  
They found therein no little boys,  
But the seat belts were intact.  
They thought the woman had gone mad  
And was traveling alone,  
But when they turned to question her  
They discovered she was gone.  
Policemen saw her running wild  
And screaming above the noise  
In beseeching supplication,  
"Please help me find my boys!  
They're four years old and wear blue shirts;  
"Their jeans are blue to match."  

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