A Red Chevy Tahoe
Kicks up dust on this chalky gravel road.
Two headlights struggle against the dust
and the aggressive darkness.
They kill the engine along side the canary grass.
The crickets smother the night to silence
in rural Arkansas.
Two males emerge dragging you behind.
This night was the last you ever saw:
When mortal metal pierced the air
You were too late to hear,
Already watching your body smoke
where neat holes leaked down your chest.
The two lights leave you with only shadows
while the crickets sing your requiem
and the canary grass dances but you can’t see,
Folded up in the middle of the road
As the chalky smoke settles around your corpse,
nothing is left to mark your grave
Apart from the gravel dripping red.
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