#2,430 A-roads

These roads rumble more
with a continuous flow – a
desire for lonely speed – a
cock-sure overtake of any
slower other – headlong &
then smashed-into – Have
you seen a dead man? My
father read every route by
advanced readings of high
lines & blind turns – I eyed
his dead body in a funeral
home [one he had steered
us past – scouts – shops – a
trip to sports – his hands a
compass plotting ways on
that beat] – then boxed – a
way marked by road rules
to complete his ceremony
[into death as others pass]