Analysis of Early Morning

Early morning, mysterious quiet
As if a suspended corpse shows life
Twilight innocently rushed
What if the dead one is really not – not yet
One limb shows sign of movement
What about the pale, ashen face?
Golden search for sun’s scenario
Only last night the radio blared:
Car sped, daring twenty-two year old
The early morn is the slow first movement of a symphony
Body on the stretcher visibly alive
Are there not two eyes and ears sensitive to the aura in the room?
Outside, another morn breaks
Blooming rose petals opening, aroma
The limp body has no bloody contusion
Nor split bowels
But the silent cry of a hit-run victim
A white-gowned nurse is entering the room
Will there be time to save the victim?
Before the sunshine sucks energy
Displaced with a billion rays
Announces the inevitable morning

And mercifully robs the coroner
Of another forensic inspection