He had been travelling far too fast
and on an unfenced road, ignoring all the signs;
something like this had been always bound to happen.
Crumpled up like an empty beer can
scrunched in the fist on a night on the town
ready to be tossed aside,
all his old certainties and known directions
had been terminally skewed and screwed - while
against all the odds
somehow he was still alive inside it all.
And he had hoped and perhaps even expected
to have been pulled from the wreckage;
but they only turned and walked away,
finding in their holy books
good reason to leave him be.
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