A lone figure was watching the scene unfold
as a young deer crossed the busy highway
it was a beautiful morning.
The truck swerved and disintegrated
sending shrapnel everywhere
sparks flew from scraping metal
the driver was killed instantly.
His truck slammed into a woman’s car
she barely saw it happen-too fast to react
her windshield breaking glass flying
it was the last thing she saw as she died.
Sticky warm blood leaks, drips, and pools
the smell of gasoline was strong
cooling metal making ticking sounds
dead muscles twitching.
The car was unrecognizable
tangled with the truck
the deer mutilated and decapitated
airbags were deployed but did no good
it seemed like forever sirens in the distance
the ambulance was first but the corner was called
firemen and police were busy trying to pick up the pieces.
Death was chuckling as he watched the spirits rise from the wreck
he swings his sickle wide
gathering up the dead his job done.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written for Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads giving an example of incongruity.