Aaaah
He did what he had to do
He asked no questions
He had few conversations
The tar glistens in the noon heat
He tread across the grass
Up onto
And down off of
The concrete abutments
Mirage on the highway
Ghosts in the tunnel
The dark cave
Out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed
Every bolt rumbling
Glistening highway mirage groans
The slick surface
Careening into first the small mammal
And then screeching along the guard
Rail
Scraping paint and throwing sparks
Like sheets of pure terror for
400 Yards
Over and over
With one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest
Wheeehah
The beautiful paintjob hopelessly marred
Smoke and flames
Allright
So nice
He moved to the small creature
Screeching whistles of steam blowing off
On it's back
Wheels spinning like a cinema classic
The door sags open and a man covered
In blood drops the three feet or so to
The pavement
The car still rattling and shaking
As if with a mind of it's own
Unwilling
To die
The man
40ish
Also after a time
An agonisingly painful period of time
Is also unwilling to die
Suddenly all is quite quiet there
In the sunlight on the highway
But what
What can I do
I cannot move
Everything is about broken
Blood everywhere
Mixing with oil and gas
What's moving
Must turn my head
Pain
White light
Blinded
Some guy there kneeling
In the blinded mirage of white light
All my strength to 'heeeeeelp'
Screaming now help me please
He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember
Which had lept from the wreck
Onto his grimy coatsleeve
Coughing blood
What's happen
He's he's inching towards truth
He strode of into the woods with the animal
It still lived
He didn't glance back at all
Still out ghosting the road
Death on the highway
Words crumble around me
And fall with the weight of heaven
I cannot move
I'm beneath the great weight
I cannot see
My eyes are blinded
I am in the darkness
That's it
In panic I forget it
In despair I need it
In my mind I save it
In death I have it
Then a bit louder
In panic I forget it
In despair I need it
I shouldn't laugh
Hah hah hah
Yeah really
Oh
In panic I forget it
In despair I need it
In my mind I save it
In death I have it
Thurston
Never gave a d**n about the meterman
I was the man who had to read the meters
Man
