it's forty below zero

with the windchill

2:30 am

an accident, bad,

is being cleaned up

they wave me by

there is shattered glass and there are strewn tires

there is a man hugging a girl crying

there is a body laying in the street

he must have felt so cold

if he felt anything

as he died

i can't understand how

they just leave him there as they

tow vehicles away



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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