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Bodies on the road.

What can I say?

They each had awakened today.


US 285, again.

The “Ribbon of Death!”

This morning they each had taken a breath.


So many times now, I’ve witnessed.

Count the fingers on my hands.

Did they each have a wedding band?


Their motorcycle in pieces.

The Jeep that crossed over was mangled.

Their thirty-year old souls from within wrangled.


But, the upset stomach remains.

It’s there once more.

That view; that flash of flesh that rattles the core.


Bodies on the road.

No longer alive.

US 285.


S.A. Bort / 23 March 2015