Monday, January 30, 2012


Three hours before dawn
on Interstate Seventy-Five,
a nineteen-vehicle pileup
killed ten people, and
sent eighteen to the hospital.
Twelve passenger vehicles and
seven semi-trailer rigs collided.

It looked like the end of the world.
Wreckage, burned and twisted,
stretched for a mile along
the high-traffic transit route
down the middle of the state.

Smoke, fog, and darkness.
People were crying.
People were screaming.
It was a tragedy.
These multi-car pileups often happen in the pre-dawn hours, when fog has rolled in reducing visibility. These stories are always hard to read. So many people, many of them on their way to work, lose their lives .

I hope for a happier story tomorrow.

© 2012 Catherine Giordano

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