BODIES AFTER A MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT INVOLVING A PEDESTRIAN

Neither moves.
One boiler-lagged on its back.
The other on its back.
One leg bent.
The other straight.
It is like sleeping together.

A finger on Tarmac.
A finger in a leather glove.
A finger bent in hair.
A gasp. A shout. A breath.

It is like sleeping together.
One stares skyward.
The other looks West.
One fears and cares.
The other is waking.
Neither moves.

Bodies are circling in headlamps.
Bodies are hovering through drizzle.
Bodies are ringing in their ears.
Can you hear me mate?

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