Runaway
awake and wondering where you are
the nightmares never stop, you know.
I see your smile inside my head
but the blood, the bodies scattered
on the road, arranged like ragdolls-
pedestrians that appeared to be
respite's silent refugees.
The car couldn't be caught. It sped,
too scared to stop, police had said,
for fear they'd find the firearms
strapped in the back, like a baby on board
or baby in a stroller, silent beside
a corpse with curly hair and an uncanny
resemblance to man, shaking, on the side
picking up pieces of glass and plastic.