this infection

The day the air breathed into
fog, the truck drove headfirst
in the frozen pond.

A cracking of the ice, a sheet of
white masked what most thought of as an
accident,

though it was clear that it was
not. The guardrails, well-defined,
the bend of road belied
the truck's intent. 

Methodically, the truck swerved off the
road and, calculcated, flew into the air.
With fender pointing up toward the
sky, the cab and hood crashed down and
disappeared.

A copse of cops and passers-by
stopped by to see the truck that did not fly.

Now he is drowned.