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Landscape with the Haul of Icarus

Driving from work

Toward more daily chores

The lights from the pigs

Shook my head from the boar bore.

 

They blocked off the road:

 

Swindled by these swine

My car fell in line.

Further time from Caroline,

I wait in the car-o-line.

 

And the line thought –

“Come on, come on;

Stop moving so slow.

Let’s move this along;

I got places to go.”

 

Up ahead I could see,

Where the car hit the tree.

they loaded him onto a stretcher

and hauled him into the back of an ambulance

(a little red adorned his white wrappings (wax wings?))

 

“Come on, come on;

Stop moving so slow.

Let’s move this along;

I got places to go.”

 

Glass, metal, blood sunk

Into bark splintered tree trunk.

 

“Come on, Come on;

Stop moving so slow.

Let’s move this along;

I got places to go.”

 

The cops leaked us by,

I did the gas-pedal-lean,

Past another who couldn’t fly,

But wasn’t noth’en I ain’t seen.