The Man

The smell of death
is rank in the air
another's last thoughts
screaming of despair.

An elderly man
in an elderly car
flipped in a ditch
After visiting a bar

Slowly we pulled up
onto the scene
and saw the arrival
of Death, the great fiend.

The smell of alcohol
hung everywhere
putrid, foreboding
filling the air

we watched, frightened
as the ambulance arrived
but they were much too late
to save this man's life

This man lost his life
he gave it up
an unknowing suicide
mucked it all up

Now this poor creature
lies in the gravel
blood studiously pooling
as his life slowly unravels.