She looked down for a second,

She swore this wouldn't no longer happen.

Then she swerved, and that's when God beckoned.

And now the coroner is asking questions.

The screen is lit up, laying on the asphalt;

the message displayed is not worth the resulting action.

The public is asking, "Who was at fault?"

A group crowds the scene with words of benediction.

A simple "okay" is shown on the screen,

ten seconds only, attention distracted,

and I'll never forget her scream

as her skull was compacted.