Dear Editor,
Hi diddle, diddle, the man and his vehicle, the car crashed into the wall. The pit-bull cringed at such dexterity as the bodies came tumbling down.
Speed, Speed, cried the left behind wind as John Doe motors to his doom.”Ignore, ignore”, death whispers, jamming the accelerator to the floor.
A ten, a six and a two, shouts Charon, as he rows across the styx.
“More, more, says Pluto, whilst preparing a welcome for his guests.
Pain, pain and tears, the loved voices are silent forever, the footsteps never to be heard again.
Yours faithfully,
CS Vaughn MSM
Major (Rtd)
