People Call Me Tony (The Fatal Dive lament) by Raymond A. Foss
Anthony, Oh Anthony Why didn’t you pass the test At the wheel Crash, “not exactly” Red stuff on the water
Dick, nice job Killed in the chop Zodiac no help Ann in spirals Eagle eye blind Flag flapping too far Tom, Tom, Tom Buddy indeed
What a mess You all made My afternoon shot Loop on loop Branches of the tree Or sections of bramble Again and again Hearing your voices
One occurrence Risk, duty Probable loss
Deep pockets Empty pockets Depreciated truck Reasonable person Where are you?
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