imbalance

the car took on fate
and got its nose smashed
behind its forehead

the concrete slab parting
the freeway appears
disheveled
like a sliced
birthday cake to the car's
carving knife

drive-by voyeurs
stop to get their fill

one of them proclaims
aloud through his
open window
"Probably drunk"
and speeds away to his
destination

there must be others
like him who pronounce
eulogies
with their sense of justice
in perfect balance
actions = consequences

daring no summations
to this random cruelty
I reach my destination too

but a little
disheveled like that concrete
slab whose sense of order,
division of right
and left,
up and down got
slapped out of place
by a wayward
vehicle