after 408 days

every once in a while i relive the horror of an airbag deploying, the silent shattering of glass, the effortless bending of metal, the effusion of bodily fluids and the tearing of flesh, and the stillness of 6 am in a grassy ditch while a soul left for heaven on an exhaled breath, the dew drops still on grass blades, the stars setting in the west a long long way from here, the limitless expanse ahead on which the pneuma will sail, going everywhere and nowhere, anywhere but here, because they will come and find only the body and wonder, like i have, what happened to the man