Two Choices

When the punches come
You’ve two choices to ponder
Fight or just be done

   -gl-

   It Would Be Done Today

At the time public officials did all that they could
As they should

No arguing over turf
Putting the people’s needs first

All jurisdictions sent aid
While bosses prayed

And they sent
Help that went

Where it was needed
Despite the dangers heeded

By the rescuers on site
Though they might be filled with fright

And by the bosses busting budgets
To them it was more than just counting widgets

For they had people to save
And it would be done today

   -gl-

   The Illusion

It seemed like an illusion
She was already halfway across the bridge when it began to fade
The cars ahead dropping out of sight one by one made
Her slip into confusion

Then a chunk of concrete hit her windshield and
She thought she would die right then
But her van tipped down

She prepared to pound
Into pavement and to be hammered again
But she hit water and didn’t slam into dry land

Floating she realized she suffered no bad contusions
But considering how to get out she prayed
Could not swim but would die if she stayed
So she rolled down the window and swam.   Was that the illusion?

   -gl-

   Twice Thought She’d Die

The seatbelt saved her and then almost killed her
She was about in the middle of the bridge that day
And twice thought she’d die.   She landed safe then slid in the water

As water rushed in she had to find a way
Out
Struggling with her seatbelt she found enough play

To get out
With the water coming in over her head
She climbed out and started to swim.   When she turned about

To look back she saw water instead
Of her car.   It had vanished
Sunk like lead

Battered and broken she made it shore and found rest
Lying on shore she called the man she would wed
A young woman stayed by her side talking lest

She panic or coma overtake her, or just to comfort her where she lay

   -gl-

   Tons of Rocks

Ten times over the bridge that day
Signs banging then the road dropped likesome tons of rocks
Cars and trucks were tumbling and fell like they were blocks
Sliding backward time to pray

And jump
But the driver cracked
His spine when the landing jarred

His back hard
Then had to be strapped
To a stretcher and carried out in a painful lump

The passenger was able to stray
getting out and looking around he took stock
And found two trying to get out of a car that looked like a crushed box
Helping them out together they walked away

   -gl-

   Air Nor Blood

Was a panic tap
Neither his air nor blood cut
Was his will got smashed

   -gl-