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Click hereflying past a farmer’s field
safe in her seat, driving fast
going to work
on a hot summer day
a little child behind her.
tires yield to gravel’s touch
control is lost
the combine
so big and strong
succumbs to gentle earth.
“slow down mommy”
rolling over in the ditch
early morning silence disturbed
combine’s roof
final resting place.
shriek of metal on metal,
a boy’s wailing cry,
sirens echo
in the distance,
darkness takes over.
“can you hear me?”
voices in the dark,
head encased in metal,
beside his mom
cold and still.
skull split open,
weight lifted, free at last
flashing lights,
soft stretcher.
IV's in every limb
pulse almost gone
doctor’s fear, leads to
final breath.
father’s anguish
pulse regained, revival
chopper blades whirling
lifted away.
Another well written poem. I love seeing new work from you.
It's a chilling poem. Poems like this tend to be too dramatic. I prefer a bit of subtlety, and this is rather subtle. I am confused about the combine, though. I'm picturing the mom driving a car past the field and she has an accident. But you also write about the combine's accident: <i>the combine/so big and strong/succumbs to gentle earth/“slow down mommy”/rolling over in the ditch/early morning silence disturbed/combine’s roof/final resting place.</i> So, did the car hit the combine or did they both wreck?