POEM: ‘Green Cross/Red Cross’

Woman crosses the street
Ten feet in front of me.
Not looking left
Not looking right
Just striding out like she owned the road.
I hoped for a car to hit her.
To watch her head flip off the bumper
And then smash through the windscreen
Veins shredding
Blood spilling
The horn blowing endlessly.
Smoke bellows
Barbecue smell of human flesh.
The driver escapes but the woman goes up.
Charred remains fall to the tarmac
Crumbling as they land like blackened snowflakes.
Shield your child’s eyes.
But no need to cry,
There was a crossing right there!

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