Message In Stanza

Phone in hand

Eyes closed

Wrecked car

Shut down roads

Do we think

Before we speak?

Do we think

Before we act?

 

Crushed bones

Cut lip

This car

Was sinking ship

As soon as

She bent her neck

And maneuvered

Her fingers

 

Multiple streets

Of opportunity

And devastation

Can’t you see

We are one step away

From night stays

By a breathing machine

Or an early grave

(C) Carly Wiggins 2019