Tragedy on Kelly Road

Crawling past the patrolman
The flares
The towtruck
I glanced briefly where
I knew the wreck would be.
A truck, new, shiny with chrome
And royal blue
Looked strangely whole
To occupy the center of that grim circus.
No shattered glass
No fender rumpled
No trunk caved-in and crumpled.
But under the truck's front bumper
All so new and shiny with chrome
A two-wheeled vehicle
That didn't make it home.