County Road 400

A sunny blue day, now drowning in red.
A blazer with evil steering the wheel
Does the deed, and leaves the poor man for dead,
The very thought in my mind seems unreal.
A bright young future, now shrouded in black
Lays sprawled out upon the cooling black-top.
Dreams of the future shattered by impact
By the careless driver that wouldn’t stop.
As jagged steel tore through once solid leg
Shredding the flesh into ghastly meat strips,
To what proud saint did he turn to and beg?
What desperate prayer rolled off of his lips?
          What is it they found that steeled up their mind
          And against him all of heaven aligned,
          Refusing to put that day in rewind?

And what wicked saint protected that ghoul
That could leave a man lying in the road?
How could he be favored by sacred rule
And reside in our savior’s abode?
There’s a man whose joys were simple and few
Who is now floating between life and death,
With afterlife glowing well within view,
Should he as well choose to forsake himself.
As emergency crews rush to the scene,
Attempting to keep a beat in the heart,
The young man gasps air, and gurgles a scream.
The crews continue to practice their art.
          In agonies grasp, he just wants to die.
          With so much pain, all he can do is cry,
          And quietly ask the silent Lord: ‘Why?’