Points of Light
A bright cleavage sweeps the road,
Lighting eyes like fireflies.
Crows in night black robes look on,
As the lights swirl in alarm.
Thump, thump, the base kettle booms,
Playing finalities awe.
It's the glare in the bright eyes,
That brings about their demise.
Percussion booms cross the field,
A session in eulogy.
Standing in mesomeric mime,
Thumps the rabbit every time.
The tense lights swerve in motion,
Gliding, turning wave on wave.
Light the road, in brilliant blend
In endless seconds they end.
I cannot see the midnight fare.
The toll laying the highway there.
But in the mornings braving light,
Will show the carnage of the night.