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Bystander
white and red lights jam the highway.
they glintin the morning mist
and wink a gloomy "hello".
the grass' verdant summer skin
twinkles as the lights do,
but it holds a deeper prize.
broken glass litters the blades.
they're bodies lie crushed
and stained a deep crimson.
smoke arises from an entagling of metal
awkwardly positioned between
pavement and glistening nature.
a single arm juts out from a hole
with it's fingers spread, palm up,
allowing a viscous fluid to drip downward.
was the solitary limb pleading to god?
or was it defiant to the glory of death?
maybe it was just asking for someone to listen
but nothing was heard.
