He came into my life, so young, energetic, dynamic, <br />Now I do not understand why it happened, I cannot grasp the reality. <br />I hear it now, the scream of the banshee as it closes in, <br />Each second is eternity as the racing monster draws nearer and nearer, <br />I can feel the fear, taste the death, the cruel destruction of life. <br />So young, fresh, full of life, unjustly taken. <br />Eight inches separated life from death, happiness from pain, <br />Even now I can taste the burning of rubber. <br />Metal on flesh, metal on flesh, flesh on metal, metal on flesh. <br />His little body mangled, his face unrecognisable. <br />The image imprinted forever on my brain – <br />Why must I forever lose those around me? <br />Why must it be I who is the one to suffer? <br />An action like a flicker, a bat of an eyelid, imposes years of pain. <br />I see the trail of love he left behind, shattered and destroyed, <br />Why had they not realised what they had done? <br />The anger swells within me, looking at the consequences, the lack of care, <br />Metal on flesh, metal on flesh, flesh on metal, metal on flesh. <br />I gaze into the sky and scream in a torrent of rage, <br />The innocent punished by the guilty, the pure blemished by the tainted. <br />If only they had known, would care have been exercised, <br />Metal on flesh, metal on flesh, flesh on metal, metal on flesh. <br /> <br />***<br /><br />Jimmy Watkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/metal-on-flesh/
