Proceed with caution

The street was enclosed in an envelope of darkness
A cloud of smoke and the florescent glow of the red flare
Opened the shadowed bound area
Yellow police tape roped off the secluded crime scene
With the slow motion of every passing vehicle
It was as lifting the veil of the bride of terror
Eyes filled with emotions, as words became lost in the space of time
The expression upon one’s face, was of a façade
Deteriorating like a diseased mind
Death skated alongside the moistened surface
Structured by previously fallen rain
His cologne was of the effect of slicing onions
Creating tons of tears to fall with pain
Simultaneously, jaws began dropping like flies
To witness the children, whom amongst the ground, bodies lined
One child’s mangled body, was trapped between the car and a tree
Parents’ slain corpses hanging out the window, slashed by glass and it seems
That the one, who’s chaotic driving maneuvers influenced by alcohol, was still standing
As the police were in interrogation mode, answers they were demanding
The drunken menace folded under the pressure of guilt, as he fell to his knees
Blacked out and when he woke up, it had all been a dream
At the bar, the bartender telling him to proceed with caution
On his shoulder sat the devil and an angel of his conscience
Keys in his hands, beer on his breath, he approached the door slow
In the back of his mind, the image of his damaging dream
And the “proceed with caution” motto
As his hand pressed against the door handle, he knew too many drinks is what he had
He turned around to the bartender saying, “Man, please call me a cab.”
　
Written by Marcia S. McNeill