glenn & the crashroom

from down the phone he is playing with a child
& there is a ball rolling along twice.
the girl is testing her voice & he fidgets.

glenn i say i
would like to know about the way a crash sounds
& what can you tell me of the smell

my ear hears his ~ well mate
& he says there is a quiet sort of privacy firstly—they’re never keen
to be naked & broken

& then there is a general disorder to the body
for example a knee bent up & forward is really
quite ugly

i remember vividly the long haul of noise
& sometimes 5 different conversations going
at once ~

there might be a doctor saying fuck this drain
wont go in or a nurse scissoring the clothes off
on the table or the abc person ready with the abc

& the closeness of the ambulance driver
saying this is the second one today—
o really good thanks—yep—she’s 6 now

& the way the crashroom is a factory of noise
& all you want to do is get in there & fix
the poor bastard & hitch his accident to some star

what you really notice are the pieces of
windscreen that fall from the clothes or
the little lines of grass dropping to the floor

especially if the person was thrown
far from where they started off.
& then there are all the colours you would ever

wish to never see
like the grey & clammy for shut down.