On the highway,

Changing positions,

Mergers & acquisitions.

Some forge forwards

To shave minutes off the clock,

Some fall back and cruise on lock.

Some fly into the mess of clusters of cars,

To make it out ahead.

Some dive off into exits,

Saying their goodbyes

Instead.

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And then there are the accidents—

Random strings of events

From not-quite wrecks to broken necks,

To the littlest of fuck-ups

To trucks and cars piled up.

—

We drive by

Veiled in misery

But too curious to look away,

We wonder if

One of the victims

Had hell to pay.

—

There are angels scraping the roads clean

of any version of what it might mean.

—

And we are just onlookers

More gruesome than the scene itself

Who’d have known we’re the ones

That need help and divers

And jaws of life

Moreso than any of the survivors.

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When the destination occurs,

And you get to the time

On which it all depends

You may realize

The road never ends.