This is a very long poem story full of twists and turns that make you gasp and breathe really hard. It is being excerpted here. It is likely to see full bodied publication soon.
Who is she?
A few steps in walk
I began to balk
she was not light
as yet her day old
perfume made me heady
laden with my own griefs
I trudged along
stones and rocks of shore
conspiring with dark
cold making it all worse
I watched over
for any onlooker
that may be on look out
to gather some crowd
or a man of law
looking to hitch out a straw.
Being from special background
I summoned energies and skills
and reached my car.
My teeth cluttered
as I took on night's
cold blight
opening the comfortable door of the car
a warm and yet distastefully
familiar air hit me hard
back door it was
and Mary had slipped
in deep faint
with ginger hands
I laid her on cushioned seat
with acts that were quaint.
A soft blanket lay by
and I wrapped the injured soul
by an by.
Due to force of profession
I was familiar with
people hurt
or injured
or even dead
or about to be.
I had taken on many calls
to save souls
and was equipped
for much more
than that.
Quickly wiping the sweat
from my eyebrows,
after a long while
I had cold sweat in minus 2.
Realizing the urgency
I got in drivers seat and drove.
Soon I was speeding
on empty roads
with the pace
that was professional
and ruthless.
Road after road and
street upon street
