To the Church

A lovely Sunday evening
she said she was going for a walk
He was busy with his friends
& he didn't have time to talk
About to get married
so it didn't matter, anyway
They had their whole life ahead
so he let her go on her way
without a kiss he'd later regret missing
She took her usual route
in the heavily wooded forest preserve
She was listening to her music
so she didn't see him coming
or hear him swerve
The drunk had a few too many
the bartender had thrown him out
He hit the road angrily
taking the forest preserve route
She flew in the air
then landed on the hood
Blood pouring everywhere
they could try to save her
but it would do no good
Twisted & torn was her stomach
where she had hit the car
Intestines spilling through her skin
pool of blood spreading far
An endless snake with no head
crawled from within her stomach’s nest
On the hood of drunk’s car
is where the snake came to rest
The car had been red before
a real beauty, little red corvette
But her spilling, fading life
added a dimension he wouldn't forget
Her fiance was called to the scene
he rushed, contorted, sobbing, crying
Red mixing with green like Christmas
but this was no gift
she tried to speak, but she was too busy dying
he leaned closer to try to get the drift
Her mouth open with words unspoken
eyes glazed over, body broken
Nest of pink & purple snakes
resting in a bloody lake
He fell, howling to the sky with pain
grasping the snakes with no shame
Blood mixing with mud from the preserve
a death from a single thud, quite undeserved
An officer quietly hunched over at the sight
of the man swimming in bloody intestines
in the night
It was just a week ago
they had rehearsal for the wedding
Now again to the church they would go
One with head hung low & one in bedding.