Wrote quite a few poems whilst travelling in the 1990s
A mangled body drained of blood
A horrific scene
Who is the man on the road
Natures cruelty on the road
Will his family be all alone
At the dinner table in the family home
Do they wait for the monthly pay
So that they may dream of a straw hut near the bay
His life is briefly glimpsed by a hoard of passersby
Puzzled short gasps travel the airways