He rode that ride-
His eyes crossed in time-
No reckless care for the wind, no wild care for mine-
He felt that fast brush-that freedom in the air-
The curve of the appeal-
Had him truly not scared-
The jolt of the speed-faster than he perceived-
Caution elimination-was one hell of a lead-
And then there it was-The bang down below-
The wind of the freedom meet him with hello-
Now the carcass once so lit by life-
Hangs dormant in the street-as sirens sing lullabies-
His mother eyes-gone dark as that day-
His father’s love-gone without a word to say-
And all for that moment-for the wicked speed of air-
Now once so empty is plastered with beware-