Fast down the N2, strip of magnesium
burning across the hand of Africa,
burn round the bend to the second gear line
past the accident, a taxi misjudged
by a tanker: steel torn as a leaf tears,
people folded as a newspaper folds,
a woman lofted on the chassis to the clouds.
Drive on this barebacked broken bush,
drive on this creased column inch of this morning's news,
drive on this ash from this fast metal fire,
my hand's holding yours, hers is abridged,
drive on to Durban down the N2,
drive on this fuse burning up with this car.
Matthew John Williams
1999, revised 2006