Saturday, 30 June 2012

The Man Under the Motorcycle

We all love a good horror story
Don’t we? Twisted limbs
Blood dried black

The sickly crunch of bone on tarmac.

It’s not as if he can hear or see
But still they stand and
Stop and stare.

The paramedics will bring him air.

But pain is not a spectator sport
They chide. And usher
With a frown.

Such a shame the scene is upside-down.

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