The Shattering
A watermelon breaks,
thrown out of a truck's door
like a bowling ball.
Now a skull splits open,
splattering juice, flesh
onto the dark windshield.
Is it suicide, homicide
the bang of a head
against the hard glass?
The fibrous remains
are then scraped off
by the squeaky wipers.
We move on not asking
if it hurts in those
final moments of impact.
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