Roberta Gould

Remembering Karen Zentner,  1991

The Hosendale overpass is caged now
over the New York State Thruway
Its curved steel mesh protecting us
from the sky over that busy highway

Over the New York State Thruway
a boulder was tossed by those teens
from the sky over that busy highway
only they were protected

A Boulder was tossed by those teens
I shiver each time I drive there
Only they were protected
Karen killed in an instant going home

I shiver each time I drive there
I don’t forget her though I didn’t know her
Karen killed in an instant ready for marriage
Elsa, who sold eggs, told me the story

I don’t forget her though I didn’t know her
on her way back with the wedding dress
Elsa knew her mother and told me the story
Karen killed in an instant ready for marriage

On her way back with the wedding dress
it was fun for three killers who didn’t mean it
she had visited her fiancé and his family
their 52 pound rock smashed her through the windshield

It was fun for three killers who didn’t mean it
as she passed going home from the happy visit
their 52 pound rock smashed her through the windshield
Their boredom must have finally left them

She passed going home from the happy visit
Horrors’s relic, the heavy rock, lies somewhere
Boredom over, the teens tried to save their skin
The Horsendale overpass is caged now