Roadside Memorial

crux of the morning 

driftwood braces grace the gateway 

crosswise and crossed out

a motorcycle ride gone wrong

crosses nailed onto the tree

and flowers by the roadside

the punishment of nothingness 

in the face of eternity

make of me an example oh lord 

where have you gone 

the invisible hand reticent 

so too the garden of earthly delights 

the writing on the stalks there spoke 

with mouths of petaled lips singing

away away go far away 

tend to other gardens 

the seeds will scatter on the wind

and make new land for you 

oh the inevitable sign of life 

that came before him out of the sky 

the clouds had boiled away 

revealing headlight shapes 

but by then it was too late

for all around cracked asphalt smoking 

rusted red in blood and burning wreckage

then only tail lights in the black