Crawling from the Wreckage

Fingernails clutch at rough edges Of the metal that bites at your flesh Clutching your wounds as you wriggle Toward a tableau of carnage and death A tableau of carnage and death Grasp at frayed ends of survival Grievous wounds spraying claret in bursts Through blood-occluded vision, you see Things have gone from dire to far worse Death upon impact was mercy For those splattered before they could scream Drag your body across the asphalt And tell yourself it's just a bad dream A steaming heap of broken bodies Gore drying black in the sun Twisted metal and human wreckage A feast of curdling carrion Windshield-shard laceration Seat belt-cinched strangulation Death was closer than it appeared Life now in the rear-view mirror Mortally wounded upon impact Dying slow as organs slide out of place The crumpled front end of a compact Your final resting place Limbs wrenched, arms akimbo Vertebrae pulverized A fate far worse than death or limbo As your thorax is dis-organ-ized Crawling from the wreckage Crawling from the wreckage Crawling from the wreckage Crawling from the wreckage