Listen --

We were driveing to Portland.
Long drive,
sun pounding down,
as we looked down
into a suburban area -
houses on top of houses.
Seconds before
a semi-truck had wrecked,
crashing into a house.
The house was split open like a skull,
the truck impaled
like a spike.
People ran senseless,
yelling,
screaming panic.
And we drove on.

Did you hear that?
Me neither.