Killing Machine
The pavement is wet -
puddles lie in its uneven surface.
Head bent against the
northerly wind
I catch the reflection of a
streetlamp in one of them.
Its not too bad a thing
to be your last image -
although a nice sunset or
apple blossom on a spring tree
would be better.
I didn't see it, behind me
on the pavement,
traction lost on slick
road by worn rubber -
a moment's misfortune.
It is a strange thing,
I thought at the end,
to end up as another
statistic; one more victim
of the killing machine.
(c) Tim Fellows 2017
Motorway waterway
JE Fellows
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