In my rear view mirror the sun is
going down sinking behind bridges in the road and I think of all the good things that we have left undone, and I suffer
premonitions. Confirm
suspicions of the holocaust to come. The wire that holds the cork that keeps
the anger in gives way and suddenly it's day again. The sun is in the east even
though the day is done. Two suns in the sunset. Could be the human race is run? Like the moment when the brakes lock
and you slide towards the big truck; "Oh
no!" "Daddy, Daddy!" You
stretch the frozen moments with your fear. And you'll never hear their voices and you'll
never see their faces you have no recourse to the law anymore. And
as the windshield melts my tears evaporate leaving only charcoal to defend. Finally I understand the feelings of the few. Ashes and diamonds,
foe and friend. We were all equal in the end.