A poem in progress re. http://autos.aol.com/article/new-york-city-accident-insurance-fraud/

That’s not the story.

That’s not even the story—The man
you call a Fraud
wasn’t thinking at the time about
the insurance money he could collect when he Swerved
to the side of the Bronx freeway at rush hour
and ran out to help the truck driver who’d
jack-knifed his haul.

He wasn’t thinking about the insurance money until later
at Supper

when he looked over the food at the table and wondered why someone like him
couldn’t get
his family more.

But that’s not even the–

The story is plain to see on the video from the highway camera,
from that omniscient, long view…

The first man pulled over to help.
Then another, then three others,
then four, then two more,
and another, and another

Swarming
To escape a fellow man from death.

If Nature could see this,
she would just laugh and laugh and laugh.

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