The bodywork crumpled like an old tin can
With its purpose served.
Glass crystallized in a split second of eternity
A happy family outing converted to a tragic scene
Wheels spinning as if in a futile attempt to change the present.
Bodies lying like broken dolls
People gathering, watching in morbid fascination,
collecting souvenirs.
A moment in their lives
An eternity to the ones on the ground lying dead on the ground.
Gerard Barry.
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