Text Message… By Toni Cross

she glanced down just for a second
to peek at her cellphone screen
long enough the death angel reckoned
and skidding tires started to scream
he was on the way to his wedding
their colors were scarlet and cream
the rubber was smoking and shredding
he said this must be a dream
in an instant it was all done
not possible or so it would seem
twisted metal under glinting sun
the wedding march as a requiem