The face was there, now near, now far, Grinning beside the windows of the car as we Travelled along those dark roads. Hedges, Ditches, rows of trees, all flashed us by as it Threw its grin into the seats next to us, became Living, breathing, too close for comfort. We were unmanned with that thing bouncing In our eyes each time our heads turned. I remember, its eyes were very bright, its mouth Gaped wide with a blackness we wish we hadn't Seen.next poem