somewhere up the road
is a terrible wreck
invisible still, the
view blocked by
fuming vehicles
overhead
a dozen helicopters
swim through
pale blue sky
flashing silver like
the tetra fish my
brother once kept
in a tank
circling above a
former comrade
lying stiff on the gravel
darting closer
with cannibalistic
curiosity
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Michael Mayhew
November 3, 2012
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revised
same text, different formatting; I think it's better this way