All but the blind intoxication had knocked him over.
Stumbling, he went to the intersection.
Wait, light's red- do not go.
But he does not, cannot.
There is too much
wine, he insists.
"Too many cigarettes,
my head was spinning.
Was not sure what was happening.
But- I was not afraid."
Out from the darks lights and buzzing mass
he had stepped out.
Into a much deeper intoxication.
He is stumbling to the intersection,
insisting on this other side
-he must to cross.
Wait! the light is still red,
He begins to cross.
Tires are heard, screeching.
Going to fast. STOP.
But he is in too deep.
All but the blind intoxication knocks him over.
As someone grabs him,
Pressing him hard against a tree.
"Do you not see?!
That body there! could have been you; if it were not for me."
[Dedicated to Ville- who will die all too soon].