I saw the two faces of death last night -
the slow, sodden creep, the sudden splinter
of light to darkness and darkness to light.
Both left me brittle, breathless, and bitter.
The first dammed the highway's river of lights
to slow sodden creep, then sudden splinter. -
metal twisting, twisting, taking a life
from pulse to shredding scream to silence.
Reds /blue in the highway's river of lights.
The second face lacked such bold, sure violence.
It lava leaks from her crumbling mountain.
From pulse to strangled scream to this silent
soft gather of carry-on crows in black
verses; waiting and waiting and waiting -
lava leaks slow from her crumbling mountain.
In moments not of my wish or making,
I saw the two faces of death last night.
My verse; waiting and waiting and waiting
for light in darkness and darkness in light.
For Kerry's challenge at Real Toads