Can't Stop Death

I, the lonely old man
Sits by the road
Sits by the highway
And holds my gun under my arm to pray
In a flash
In a blur
The unwitting drivers speed by
In a lull
In a dull roar of silence
I can see the crows lined up beside me
In my chair I raise my arm
And I fire into the air
The crows fly forward to me
In a frenzy
Mad as hell
Minutes go by
The crows fly by
Back to their perch
Time is of the essence
Please don't let anyone slow down
Please don't let anyone stop
No one deserves to die
Which is why no one can afford to stop by
Time is something I ironically don't have
As the traffic slows to gawk at another casualty of their hate
The crows are a portent
The crows look on
And wait
Waiting for a spectacle
A dinner show
As I get ready to pack up and admit defeat
I hear the sirens wail and I jump to my feet
Below me, under my bridge
Is a burning building
Fiery and bright
A model of Gomorrah stands to fall
I know that it is impossible
For even a god, Father Time, to stop death itself
As the roof caves in and a choreographed gasp is let out
I walk down the road into the sunset
And hope to see that survival comes about.
==In Memoriam==
Of fire officer Jon Davies and all those effected by the Arlington Street fire in Worcester MA.
Jon Davies... Death: December 8, 2011
Category:Poetry