| He did what he had to do
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| He asked no questions
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| He had few conversations
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| The tar glistens in the noon heat
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| He tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments
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| Mirage on the highway
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| Ghosts in the tunnel
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| The dark cave
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| Out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed
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| Every bolt rumbling
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| Glistening highway mirage groans
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| The slick surface
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| Careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard
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| Rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for
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| 400 yards over and over
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| With one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest
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| The beautiful paint job hopelessly marred
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| Smoke and flames
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| Alright
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| So nice
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| He moved to the small creature
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| Screeching whistles of steam blowing off
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| On it’s back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic
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| The door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to
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| The pavement
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| The car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it’s own, unwilling
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| To die
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| The man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time
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| Is also unwilling to die
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| Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway
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| But what? |
| what can I do?
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| I cannot move, everything is about broken
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| Blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas
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| What’s moving, must turn my head
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| Pain, white light, blinded
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| Some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light
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| All my strength to 'help'
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| Screaming now help me please
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| He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck
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| Onto his grimy coat sleeve
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| Coughing blood
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| What’s happen?
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| He’s he’s inching towards truth
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| He strode of into the woods with the animal
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| It still lived
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| He didn’t glance back at all
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| Still out ghosting the road
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| Death on the highway
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| Words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven
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| I cannot move
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| I’m beneath the great weight
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| I cannot see
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| My eyes are blinded
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| I am in the darkness
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| That’s it
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| In panic I forget it
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| In despair I need it
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| In my mind I save it
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| In death I have it
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| In panic I forget it
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| In despair I need it
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| I shouldn’t laugh
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| Never gave a damn about the meterman
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| I was the man who had to read the meters, man |