Truck Wreck
This busted broken body —
is not me a'lying here.
I've gone quickly on to Exodus.
You need not shed a tear.
Past wrinkled steel and busted glass,
past smoke and pain and fire.
Myself left quickly in the night.
The Lord did lead me higher.
The ground will hold my broken shell,
but just like my old suit,
it fit me well and good a while;
then I outgrew it by a foot!
I need not that used suit.
I need no body now.
My spirit soars amid the stars
with a soft and sparkling glow.
by Annette Gagliardi
*For Leonard Stabnow
Published in Awaking to Sunshine, Summer 2000, at: poetry.com publication.