He was cleaning his big motor bike
when his mother called him for lunch.
Ate quickly, it was a nice sunny Sunday
and he wanted to go for a ride
“Take care now and don’t drive too fast,” his mother cautioned.
”Sure”, she was always fussing.
This is great the freedom of the road
only a few cars about; he speeded up.
Coming to a long bend
he leaned over
like he had seen racing drivers do,
knees almost touching the asphalt,
this is exhilarating this is life.
Suddenly the back of a van loomed,
there was no time for anything,
not even fear.
They had covered the body with a sheet
and since there was a light breeze
put his helmet on top,
now they were leisurely measuring
skidding distances and so on.
The driver of the van
was endlessly stroking her confused poodle
comforting herself, too shocked to cry,
a police officer was talking to her gently.
Later, someone would have to call his mother.