Blood, screaming, the Police
could not withdraw the bodies
from the car.
So acetylene came in
and the like.
no melodrama, no acting, sir;
after all
the elegy is propense
to be post-factum
post eventum.
at last the bodies dislodged
two partners in flower
of youth...so to say...
and then
a small child....
screaming, no acting, faces
ashen round
for
Blood, screaming, the Police
could not withdraw the bodies
from the car.
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