I didn’t feel the blood escape my shell
I didn’t feel my foot fall nearly off
on April twenty ninth I was in hell
A Fairfax road became a grisly trough
An angel came and cradled me beside
the road which tore my flesh and broke my bones
She looked at me; I’m sure she must have cried
like anywhere that lives become unknowns
A helicopter came,like sent from god
They tied me in and flew me to a nest
and as I rested they repaired my bod
I woke to friends rejoicing by my bed
and wondered if those absent thought me dead