A poem by Beverly Stock. Originally published on TheChainedMuse.com on June 2, 2018. It can be found here.
On the road to Climax, Georgia,
Sunsets streaked a paling yellow,
Riding in my car with a
handsome fellow.
We were driving day and night
Taking turns and making chatter.
Soon to meet the end of life.
Did not know then, did not matter.
Coffee was the fuel of choice
As we sang in shrilling voice.
We rejoiced in songs of the 80s
On the road to Climax, Georgia.
The sunset brought a sheer delight,
It also brought an explosive sight:
A cargo trailer flipping in air
Quelling men and cars without care.
Flashing lights to the rescue
Plowing through fields of fescue.
I said,"We slid past, I think," As we brought our lips to drink.
Water bitter from the blood.
Tourniquets abate my plasma flood.
Search lights looking for my love,
On the road to Climax, Georgia.
In court, my hand on a bible,
Telling the truth a I was able:
In burning heat and blinding glare-
An overwhelming nightmare."
"I felt the skid, did not see the oil;
Saw the flames and then felt the blast
I heard him sigh, perhaps his last.
On the road to Climax, Georgia."
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