Corners With Crosses

Corners with crosses marked at the side of the road with fake flower wreathes.

Drivers before you have not made it past that curve in the road.

This is the very spot their lives ended abruptly.

This is where they met their demise.

It is a death wish to not slow down.

To not approach without caution.

Avoid meeting your demise and listen to the crowd of dead spirits standing hand in hand in a circle around the tree they all crashed into.

This is not the tree of death.

This is the tree of life.

This tree will continue to grow untouched no matter what happens under it.

This tree has the strength of 100 army men.

The recently deceased sing songs of life and death.

They recall where they are going and where they have been.

Corners with crosses.

Even on a foggy day, they can be spotted.

A white light in the darkness.

The not so bright light at the end of a tunnel where the road comes to an abrupt turn near an old bridge in the middle of the county.

It looks as if these crosses are in bloom like spring flowers.

Like teddy bears held by dead children.

The tree in the distance not far from the curve of the road is an old oak tree.

This tree is stronger than any storm and any automobile.

Nothing phases it.

It will stand strong as the spirits of the dead dance around its trunk like gypsies dance around a campfire.

This tree will stand strong as family members of the deceased cry under it and share stories.

Some will even hug this tree for comfort.

It will reach out its branches as if to hug them back.

The roads were slippery.

The windshield was clouded.

They were tired and speeding.

They may have been drinking.

Regardless of the reason for the fatal accident.

The old oak tree still stands strong with only a few cuts in its thick bark.

It will stand for another 100 plus years in this same location as its massive roots start to surface and make the tar of the road crumble.

Corners with crosses.

Say a prayer for the dead each time you pass one.

Say a prayer for the living who still mourn.

Life can be over in the blink of an eye.

You never know when your time will be.

*This poem will be featured in my upcoming book, Peeling Sanity.

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