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A Ballad of Love and Death about Elsa

The ambulance driver told me in a bar

about the car accident — Elsa’s head torn off

and her eyes stayed open.

I went to the site with a bouquet of flowers.

The road’s shoulder was short green grass and along

the fence there were primroses and California

poppies. In the field a brown-and-white cow

watched me wander around. I wondered

how long Elsa could see, and what.

I found a patch of blood-crisp grass

where her head must have rested

surrounded by shards of windshield.

She was a fine gardener with a sweet,

warm voice.