Monuments

Appearing over night
mushroom-remembrances
on treacherous stretches
and breakneck bends.
Crosses, sometimes rough
with flowers,
fresh and plastic
left to fade or blow away
in the slipstream
of careless transport trucks,
watered by the blood spilt
and by the tears
of those left behind.
Last years crop still stands
sadder now, forlorn in their neglect
of scattered memory remnants.
Faded names remain
Jason, Shelley, Dan
all torn by metal
too fast, too soon, too late.