Monday, October 26, 2015


The road smoked a mirage;
The tires screeched a skid.
The bus made a superb ballet twirl
And landed with a big splatter.

The audience screamed encore;
Ambulances echoing the dirge.
Outstretched hands to bloody performers
As the smiling innocent day
Exploded in fireworks,
Ending the drama called life.

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