A Crack in the Windshield
A crack in the windshield
Not significant of the death
But signifying it lies behind
The eye of the lens
Stares uninterrupted in a scene
Now held still in history
Motion unseen but motion known
A slug flown beyond
The speed of sound
The creep of militia
The momentum meted out
By now dead feet
When they still lived
Before the time of now
When there wasn’t
A crack in the windshield.