I dream of strangers dying
screamers
writhe and undulate
in ceaseless
soundless
warnings
In the morning
I pass the scene of a crash
blue lights pattern the trees
in wavering sombre colours
Officers murmur in huddles
one bending to gather up broken plastic
reflectors
another crushes a cigarette beneath
his heel
grinding and smearing it into the
road
The shattered hulks of
a v8 ford and a holden
one embracing a pole
metal and flesh
wrapped
in tangled
surrealist splashes
the other
forlorn
pressed up against
a eucalyptus
and tonight
i will sleep dreamless
