Red

Standing alone at the corner,

A sentinel.

A warning.

A siren.

STOP, it says.

A silent scream to all who approach.

A red light blinks above,

An attractant to attention.

Who would notice it,

With their head in another place?

Sudden notice.

Tires scream.

Glass breaks.

Metal crunches.

Bones shatter.

Blood flows.

The sentinel continues its vigil.

The light blinks on.

Death walks through,

Leaving those who would not heed the warning in the wreckage,

Picking and choosing the victims,

To take home.