Spin-Back.
Numbed by first trickle of unbelief\'s fear
She knelt as that flow of pooling dark red
Discoloured grass, small circles like treacle
Were slowly congealing about his still head.
Silenced by shock she focused glazed eyes
A once sporty car lay pieced on hard ground
Spilling destruction while her disturbed sight
Became fixed on one wheel still turning round.
Stunned by confusion a sudden spin-back
Revived her to hearing the moments before.
The tree halting speed with one piercing crash,
She knew his young heart was beating no more.