Conviction Means Loss of License

Three brothers lie shaven and splendid,
Their pilgrimage past, their freedom ended.
Beside each bier throughout the rites
Burn seven pairs of costly lights.
Six deaf ears turn toward the eulogy.
Thirty dead fingers have frozen in piety.
Two evenings ago their crossroads car
Lost ground and did not travel far.
Their faith was built upon a rock:
Speed shakes off shackle, chain, and lock.
Behind the wheel in mounting motion
They heard no hint of revolution
For they were faithful to the plan
That nature must make way for man,
And fed their faith in this great cause
By putting speed above the laws
Designed to neither help nor hurt.
Inertia rendered them inert.