Memoriam

I wanted to write this for them

Whoever it was

That died on the sun-kissed highway

Right outside my office

In the morning, last Monday

When coworkers stood at grand glass windows to see

The crash, the reason why

frustrated drivers wondered

what was taking so long, what was going on

Sitting in a glittering line

of rumbling motionless cars

that was hundreds of headaches long

You could hear the roar of the air 

being sliced by metal blades

The familiar whine of multiple sirens

Yelling above the rush hour parade

And in the building

Workers asked workers in hushed words

as they arrived up the stairs

"Did you see it? Have you heard?"