Dead Spots
For me it's just an instant
just a moment in time
The scene passes as a blur in the window
and then another, a couple of minutes later
These marks on the side of the road
Indicating the point where someone's life has ended
Some of them simple crosses
Some with wreaths
or flowers
a guitar
Some named or dated
a family of crosses
I see these markers - these indicators
and I picture the families or friends
placing the crosses and trinkets
Mourning the end of a life
at the place it ended
And the mourners -
they visit these spots
Update the photos on their birthdays
the flowers on holidays
the trinkets on the day they died
And these spots become shrines
But the dead - they are not buried here
This place is not a grave
It is a place of death
The point at which someone's final moment was spent
For them it was just an instant
Just a blur in the window