Wet Pavement

The scream filled his 

Heart first

Then crept up his spine

And throat, where it lodged

In place.

No sound came 

From his 

Parted lips.

No words that

Could describe the

Explosion inside him. 

He reached his fists 

Toward the sky, hot tears

Burning his tan face as he

Knelt beside the 

Limp child.

Red and blue danced

And voices echoed across the street.

A silver Volvo lay in 

Pieces across

Wet pavement

Trailing gasoline and stains of

Red. 

All the man

Could see was the

Broken child before him, her

Brown hair tangled around 

Her lifeless face.

How dare God do

This to him now?