Pagosa Springs Artists

Christy's Death

Where was her mind that sunny morn

as she made her way up Church Street North,

as she drove the lane so shady and still,

as she turned East toward Henderson Hill?


What was the cause, the cruell fate,

that swept her along without abate,

that sent her up into glistening sun

to meet a monster that could only run?


Why didn't she hear the horrible roar,

why couldn't she even catch its horn,

why didn't she see the looming hullk,

why couldn't she somehow make a halt?


What was her parting thought, indeed,

as a battering ram grabbed her steel steed,

and dragged her along with a terrible screech

to the final blow where she crossed the breach?


first published in

©2014 Bonnie Manion


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