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Fatal Vision

Updated on June 29, 2017
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Brett Romine is a teacher and writer. He recently published Feudal Education, or The Heretic Knight, which is available on Amazon Kindle.

A thousand crimson shapes take residence in my mind

All dark, foreboding, smelling of brimstone and fire

A horrific vision dances before my closed eyes

Of a man on a motorcycle

Hurtling along through the darkness

Thundering down a highway

Lit up by a dozen or more lights


A man resigned to die that night

A man thundering toward his doom

An appointment with death

At the shredding hood of a semi tractor

A man pressing forward the throttle

A man honing in on his target

A man seeing his final destination

At the shredding hood of a semi tractor


The speedometer shutters past 80

The engine throbs and shakes and whines

As he weaves to the left before the lumbering colossus

Reaching out his arms to heaven

Swallowed up by the oncoming lights and shimmering steel

The doubled momentum of cycle and semi

A sickening scream of metal on metal

A hearty thud of flesh against immovable steel


No coroner will be clever enough to identify what remains

No mortician so skilled as to piece together

This compressed, grotesque, shattered human form

A thousand crimson shapes smelling of brimstone and fire

Arms reaching toward heaven at the moment of truth

His pitiful soul spiraling downward to hell

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    • Jodah profile image

      John Hansen 7 weeks ago from Queensland Australia

      Wow, Brett, what vivid descriptions you captured in this poem. Very well done and a great if somewhat morbid read.

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      Ryan Fuller 7 weeks ago from Louisiana, USA

      Ouch, that doesn't exactly sound like fun. I know motorcycles could be dangerous. This poem does a great job describing those dangers. Good work.