Bursting through his chest,
his heart leapt backwards after the runaway cottage
only to be struck by the galloping white fence.
Following fiercely behind,
the tractor, basset hound and water-tower—
all facing backwards—
sparing the slightest second,
too, slammed into the mess.
Lucky for him, this accident occurred
past the frame of his commuter-train window.
But that didn’t stop the courthouse from flying by
aiming, he somehow knew, for where the others had met.