Crash

with a breaking cloud on the mountain
she takes her hands off the wheel
you should have seen that Cadillac roll
she says “I want to show you what I can feel.”
and now we all know
the color of blood and steel
in the morning light
like so many beads of dew on the windshield

her insides paint a portrait all over those police reports
an American nightmare
and we are vultures diving deep
before the jackals can creep close and get a belly full
we are the kings’ fool
singing