Friday, July 23, 2010

Arnie's Carnage

White sacrifices against
a blue streak of speed; Arnie.
Fluttering wings gone,
parted on our altar.
Some up and over, but…
            A splattered windshield
            We have.

Ohh, delicate and soft
 they look from this side;
That side, fluttering
stopped on a grill of one hundred.
            Carnage.
            Repentance done.

A lifted wiper releasing
The lifeblood; body
less white than
the green smear;
             your reminder
            Remainder …demeanor

Sorry thoughts do not clean our
Windshield of splashed destruction.
Only a gas station attendant who
Tosses away the waste
To the ground;
 a return.
Wings to earth

A clean slate
ready to protect us
in faith
from gritty smiles wake
Again.
Bang. smear

6 comments:

  1. ha. love the verse...great use of form as well...how long has it been since a gas station attendant cleaned a window...lol. my boys love to do it though...

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  2. This was written on the road in Mozambique. I dusted it off and tweaked it a bit. It could have just as easily been written last summer on the road to BC and back though. Something about road trips that just attracts the sacrifice of winged critters. Have a good weekend Brian!

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  3. I am humming "Flies on the Windscreen" by DM right now... :)

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  4. Wow, those were the days of yore that an attendant in the US cleaned your windshield! However, I love the way you put this into verse, a lovely flow!

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  5. welcome home Suzi!
    Brian also reminisced on that fact. Hope you had a good holiday

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