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death in the form of roadkill smiles at me from across the street.
stiff and bloated,
face propped up against the curb,
teeth bared, just smiling.
"your day will come" it grins.
on my birthday its louder than ever.
ive watched, disgusted, as it has been moved from its warm pool of blood
to its current spot against the cement
driven by cars and curious kids.
and i cant look away.
now belly up and arms spread it seems to breathe,
its egg shaped torso rising and falling
behind mirage heat waves above the pavement.
were all gluttons for punishment,
praising happy accidents with gruesome results
we all have so much to learn.
we privately demolish then relish.
inwardly destroy then venerate.
chaos and dualism reign.
i wrote that yesterday.
i just got home from work and look out and see two people, a man and a woman, kneeling down in the grass in the area near where the possum was. i lit a cig, and walked down the steps and across the street. i walked up to them and saw them sawing away at the carcass and i asked what they were doing. i could tell they were kind of embarrassed, so we chatted and we shared some laughs. shes was cutting off the paws for an art project. after she collected the paws and the tail we said goodbye, leaving the stumped animal in the grass. this reaffirms the idea posited in the prose. case in point. i have no doubt that this possum lived and died to prove this to me.
stiff and bloated,
face propped up against the curb,
teeth bared, just smiling.
"your day will come" it grins.
on my birthday its louder than ever.
ive watched, disgusted, as it has been moved from its warm pool of blood
to its current spot against the cement
driven by cars and curious kids.
and i cant look away.
now belly up and arms spread it seems to breathe,
its egg shaped torso rising and falling
behind mirage heat waves above the pavement.
were all gluttons for punishment,
praising happy accidents with gruesome results
we all have so much to learn.
we privately demolish then relish.
inwardly destroy then venerate.
chaos and dualism reign.
i wrote that yesterday.
i just got home from work and look out and see two people, a man and a woman, kneeling down in the grass in the area near where the possum was. i lit a cig, and walked down the steps and across the street. i walked up to them and saw them sawing away at the carcass and i asked what they were doing. i could tell they were kind of embarrassed, so we chatted and we shared some laughs. shes was cutting off the paws for an art project. after she collected the paws and the tail we said goodbye, leaving the stumped animal in the grass. this reaffirms the idea posited in the prose. case in point. i have no doubt that this possum lived and died to prove this to me.