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Dismantling a Disruption
They say you can’t keep your prying eyes off of a w r e c k.
The extended siren diminishes even as it creeps closer,
the road only grows harder, pierced glass and incarnadine blood.
Clear in your head where you're setting those sights,
disregard the stench of burnt metal and the doused fire of the passenger seat,
block out the screams that streams into your ears.
There is nothing to be curious about.
The slow, infantile pause while your pitying gaze
shifts across the midnight scene
is the only thing the jaded victims can feel,
beside the rusted pain destroying their decaying bodies.
Strangers are the distraction from the d e s t r u c t i o n.
Peter Robert Hamilton
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