Burning Rubber Tyres

Burning Rubber Tyres

 

For no more than a moment

They paused to snatch a single photograph

Unlikely to ever encounter such a sight again

 

Amid acrid smoke

From burning rubber tyres

Which stung their eyes and throat

Who would dare do such a thing they asked   

 

Later though

Having stopped to quench their thirst

 They let the cortège pass and took a sip of life

And just for good measure another single photograph

 

When the smoke

Eventually cleared it was evident

The funeral attendant had done his job well

There was nothing left to comment on or shoot

 

Author's Note

I anticipate any responses might well typically reflect an age and cultural interpretation.....since today is a different world altogether than it was 20 or 30 years ago......go for it and prove me wrong, I was once ya know....

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I have read about this sort of thing. It doesn't bear thinking about. A dreadful way to die. There are no depths to which our species will go to in their quest to inflict punishment on those they want to get rid of. It's always been like that, and I doubt it will ever change. On a lighter note, Good Evening Neville.

[Neville]

Good evening Christine... unfortunately, you may well be right...........................N

[Beccy]

As atrocities go, it ranks pari passu with Vlad the Impaler's favourite punishment; but we already know that there is nothing our species will not stoop to.

Beccy.

[Neville]

another reason for me to be ashamed of my own species... ta for checking these words out my dear friend..... Neville

[sette]

the ritual still lives on..

[Neville]

Thank you sette, your visit is appreciated.... Neville

[sette]

no problem