I looked at the wreck with what seemed
a newborn's eyes and innocent curiousity.
I listened as the ambulance wailed like a
creature in heat and hurried by in a blur.
I gazed at the life flight helicopter and the
cop cars swarming like angry ants on their
rain slicked mound ready to bite.

These machines seemed less familiar and
looked more like insects with metallic features.
The cop car ants pulsed with self righteous colors
and it seemed their intent to distract onlookers.
The life flight helicopter with its swollen belly
full of mechanical intestines and swallowed humans
buzzed through the rain its slick wing slicing the sky.

About 48 hours ago, Allison's grandmother had been
lifted and carried by that swollen flying bug twice to
its city of noisy primal machines (probably baby insects)
and swarms of humans assisting the metallic creatures.
These machines were heavily laden with irony.
These machines had crawled over Allison's mimi and changed
her into one of them in order to breathe life into her... for her.

The insects were primal and unforgiving, not ones for fashion or
beauty; that task was reserved for their human preparers.
They were noisey and nosey, listening to prayers, whimpers, and
sobs with a heartfelt care for they continued to keep Mimi alive but
were solemn and said no words of comfort for the mourners.
In the end when they were forced to relinquish their control and went
quiet in the midst of uncoming death I wondered....

Did the insects shed a tear?