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The disco beat bounced through his head.
BeeGees with sledge hammers.
That infernal tune on internal loop.
That bloody adverts fault,
meant to save lives.
First aid,
CPR,
chest compressions to the rhythm of ‘Stayin’ Alive.’
Ironic,
now the victim was Forever Dead.
He’d been there, willing them along,
counting his breaths,
trusting they would keep the patient going,
as they attempted to stop the blood from literally
Going down the drain.
He didn’t see the car hit,
but from what he was looking at now,
it must have been a head-on.
Over the bonnet and thrown into the gutter,
Like the rest of the unwanted discarded detritus.
He stared at the body,it looked empty.
A shell, some call it,
like you could hold it to your ear and
still listen to its past life, like
The distant roar of the ocean.
No, that mass of meat was nothing but compost, or ash, now.
He should know,
it was his body he viewed through
non-existant non-corporeal eyes.
He knew he should be reviewing his life,
or regretting what he should or shouldn’t have down.
Trouble was, he couldn’t stop thinking about that fucking tune,
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Stayin’ Alive!”
He prayed it wouldn’t last into eternity.
