even though Smalltown was a small town indeed then
Mr. Morton and Mr. Gregors owned similar businesses, competitors fierce
they were friends as kids but that went down one Saturday evening
a misunderstanding involving a missed curfew, and a sister full of teenage tears
now one Tuesday, each drove his black car for work
with passengers in the back, more silent than a ride in a music-less elevator
from North and from East, both men approached one 4-way stop
each thinking i'll beat that jerk
years of anger came down on their accelerators
before the sounds of metal and glass hit the intersection of 4th Street and 1st
Morton was silent and Gregors let go a string of reflexive curses
and that is Smalltownville's story, of the crash of two hearses
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