When The Blade Reaps Souls.

When the blade reaps souls.

Just last night 

about two a.m.

on the ski slopes

of a closed facility

two twenty something

guys were

trespassing and

already had been

warned to leave

they stuck around instead

ingesting budweiser

and growing stupider

snowmobiling white arcs

of condensed powder

in a misty trail behind them

with chrystal clear

stars gleaming above the

mirrored ball of earth

heads back howling

top speed..... full throttle

over the crest of a hill

their silouettes looking like

life personified

at its finest moment

ripping through the dead

of winter with glee

youthful exuberance

and spirits fermenting

in their bloodstream

and their brains

they topped the next hill

rushing into the blackness

of January's deep freeze

and in split seconds

hit a ton and a half of steel

snow grooming equipment

screeeeetch..splang

metal on metal...

bone on steel plate crushed'

massive blunt force trauma

silence instantaneously

transformed the grinning face

of one into rigor mortis

the other thrown clear

in a splash of white and scarlet

24 and there is no more

I suppose his spirit

hovered over that place of gore

for just a while

a look of amazement still plastered

on his afterlife face

his buddy splayed in the snow

never even realizing his pal was gone

and this now departed soul

if his spirit finger could just

have written a message in the snow

it would have said simply

" W H Y ? "

but then forces beyond his

limited resources remaining

sped him from this plane

of existence

and perhaps he howled a bit

at the speed of his parting

as he was whisked away into eternity

faster then any snowmobile or

motored vehicle he had ever

known...and the rescue crews

removed his flesh residues

as his buddy was rushed to

emergency care

and the big flakes of snow

fell like a blanket to hide

the scars of his passing

and the world sped on

with one less rider

in the jump seat...

and one less son for

his family to love..