Yesterday, on my way home from a college visit,
I counted six crosses on the side of the road.
Multiple lives have ended on interstate-64
six of them stopped forever in the hundred mile stretch
between Mt. Sterling and Louisville.
A cross placed on the side of a road
is the most tragic events
that is inflicted upon innocent eyes.
A life ended in that spot
without warning,
without goodbye.
There was no period or end mark given to them ahead of time to say their farewells,
Only metal against metal
brakes screeching
and loved ones yelling.
Reporters recite a memorized speech into a microphone
in hopes of drawing compassion from an otherwise
desensitized humanity.
There is no beauty
in a cross of the side of the road,
no matter the number of flowers
or coats of paint
or angle of the sun.
There is no beauty in a tragedy that steals lives.
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