The road, it is quiet again
in this suburban town.
Be thankful for; the gentle rain;
the drains the blood washed down.
A while ago when we were here
with fire men and police
winching the lorry cabin clear.
Screams that chilled the blood like ice.
It’s thirty for good reason;
To enable you to brake.
In narrow streets with children,
slow down for pity’s sake!
Abandoned lies a little shoe, in blue
that once was owned by girl, age 2
