Tuesday, June 21, 2011

"Cathartes Aura on the Road from Nowhere" Sneak Peek: Chapter Three

Chapter Three, Verse Six:


With driving strides, Sam nears a yellow bus.

He slows then stops.  It is full.  Windows fogged.

Heads droop, cheeks squash, palms smear against the glass.

Stretchers stacked on two-by-four frames, collapsed

When the bumper struck the guard-rail, low-speed.

Scarcely a dent.  The driver slumped, face-down

On the wheel, hands in his lap.  Nothing moves.

Arms and legs poke like twigs from a woodpile.

Sam breathes from his mouth, ashen, unable

To look away, stumbling on noodled legs.