A Short Story Poem by Fate McFate

Vrooooom! ! blah! ! !
the wrecked car squawked
and air tainted red
and souls got wrecked.

A soul, survived soul
was brought out
with blood over the body
and a missing arm.

He burst to a cry
we all sympathized
but perplexed at his shout
Oh my Jamaican coat! ! !

The right arm we brought him
he looked wrecked at heart
and shouted to it
Oh my golden watch! !

Woe to the gone souls
that we took from the scrap
a mother and two daughters
and he yelled, Oh my car! ! !