‘Wall Of Crocodiles'


Interstate; turnpike - 45 miles
I hadn't been down that way in a while
The perfect antidote to the taste of bile
And cobwebs collected from the tiles

Sunshine on tarmac always makes me smile

The needle hit the red on the fuel gauge dial
As I drove among animal corpses and dung piles
Into the dustbowl and a wall of crocodiles

C-r-o-c-o-d-iles.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2005