The ambulance man said,
He was guillotined by fate,
And the truck-in-front’s iron bar.
But I was still holding 
His severed head in my heart,
Where my children’s father had gone to prison;
Young lives wasted by a taxi driver
Following too close.
The still fresh trail of black rubber
That burned into my heart
Had left no blame,
They said.
As long as you had buckled up.
Oh, and the heavens unbuckle on Tuesday
To take his mortal soul.
But I knew that he had
Scattered his ashes 
Forever across mine.