I came upon a crash.
It lay upon the hot asphalt.
Spread out over a number of vehicles.
I thought about his family
I'm glad I was the first one to see Him that day and not them

NOTES - POV

You assign to us the connotation of fragility–
“a woman is like a flower.”

Entangled in your own bias,
you see a flower for its petals only,
so blinded by their delicacy,  
you forget the blazing pistil.

What if I told you a flower
is no different than a loaded gun?

It's hot.
I'm dry.
Living in the middle of a cornfield.
I must be high.

The place I thought
I never wanted to be
Is the place called home
Whatever.... it's just me.

The lookers should show when sad.
As some puppy dogs do.
But they show I’m always glad.
The creases prove my view…..