December 2, 1987

To Emily and to Life

alive!

somehow that word has meaning

now

after the sledge hammer bang

of on-coming traffic

full sized reality

does terrible things

to my little toy

after the close friend of

one hundred

fifty two thousand

two hundred

thirty nine kilometres

is reduced to scrap

God looks after us!

it’s nice to know

when we are operating right

it’s really impressive

when we are kind of stupid

so what

that Emily is dead

affection

for a ton of steel

is foolhardy

I still walk this world

I still praise my God

I rejoice in that

After Emily stopped a Chrysler, shoot!

Emily was my 1984 Chevette coupe.

Here is a picture of the wreckage.