Pick Your Poison (Poem)

Fate wrangled 'round this steering wheel
A-bridging concrete with the grooves
Grinding sad mishaps with the steel
Looking evasive, looking for moves

Punished, rejected - it's all a blur
A flashing eulogy of light
Like a swizzle with a whir
Concocted for wings in the night

Stop! Yield! Connect scattered dots!
A sequence will surely follow
Only sutures to seal these clots
Back where the sanguine does wallow

A key was turned, a path devised
A death toll amassing scores
Cold tombstones are being incised
While morgue vaults slide open their doors

©Expressions by Christine 2010