Every moment precious; goodbye hangs in the throat
A heap of old wood and nails
The moon, a crescent of urine, low over the street
A sled, sent flying by the gods of inertia
Joy, and ecstasy; true friends; life
Few know the pleasures of bruised knees and cold fingers
Four coyote cubs stare and sniff at their fallen sister
Sparks flying
They flee from the newcomer's headlights
Burning wood
Muscle, blood, intestine strewn on the road
Coasting sideways
Her moment of death painted on another car, long gone
Capture every moment
We roll the broken body into the grass
Tension, release
As close to her home, family as we can reach
Speed. Magic
Home, to sleep
And arrives the dawn
Life. Death. Man Tank