He had time before those lights
Spilled over him like cold drool
Before those tires struck him
Clutched like a tiger's clawed paws
He had time, to aim, fire
Feel the recoil, regret
The resolve; he had time, but
It slipped from his grasping hands
Poet's Notes: Another of a series of poems inspired by mobster movies. This one centers on a man either being betrayed or being punished for his own betrayal. I left his back-story for the reader's imagination and focused on his thoughts as the car heads for him, personifying it as a beast that one can't hope to escape.
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