And now for our traffic report. . .
A pedestrian knocked down at the corner of. . .
Traffic slows as people stop to gape
And then drive on
All they feel is anger
This death, this tragic
Passing of a fellow human being, is
Just a hindrance that
Has made them late.
Late for another round of pointless nothings,
Increasing speed in a heedless
Head-long dash towards their own transition
From this life.
Not a thought for
The dead man’s
Who wait in vain