We came to see the accident

The driver’s door forced open violently against all the protest of screeches and scrapes. Dizzy and disorientated stumbling faintly around the obstacles. More delirious with shock than inhibited by physical injury or hampered by the slightest regret. As onlookers start to gather the skies open up with a deluge to insult. The rain comes to late to be rolled off as an excuse to cover incompetence. Jaggedly broken pieces of plastic scatter the footpath, freed from the car in a ceremony of tremendous noise and visual carnage. The electricity pole bears the scars of its brief encounter with the chromed splendor that adorned the front of the vehicle and now wallows immovably placed inside this twisted steel embrace. Rich red wood exposed to the air veiled by brown age weary splinters along the deep gashes gouged from this once imposing yet seemingly unnoticable wooden stave. Wires once taught now dangle lifelessly or lay heaped on the ground occasionally showering sparks to show the menace they still possess Flashing lights and traffic cones mark the site unfit for public display or query. Dangerous grounds to tread the line handed out to the curious wishing to seek better vantage of the display. The ease at which to gain a license and willingness to through rules to the wind makes for an unknowing adventure of our streets.