My warm body lies

By the side of the road

Freshly killed by a passing car

Eyes opened in terror

See nothing anymore

Soon birds discover me

They advance toward

The empty shell that is left

Slowly, they begin to pull my flesh

From my bones…

The macabre scene is

In full view of passersby

Some cringe at the sight

Most say “cycle of life…”

My final purpose is

To feed the scavengers

And enrich the soil…

And so I disappear…


Donna Rideout

May 31/2012

The End

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