Hit and Run

I saw the blues and reds flash

In case of crime look on the dash

Blue and yellow make green

Hit the pedal, flee the scene

Precipitative participation

Tears of digestion

Running down my cheeks

As I swallow instead of speak

Changing down, the lights behind fade

Into the canal I would wade

Before I give in to a police search!

Hit something – Whoa! The car gives a lurch!

I don’t know if I can look

What we have found beneath the book

Of Life that you sell

It is a well of chance, a little dance

And the killing is done.

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016