Road Kill

It came
From nowhere
A plastic bag
Tossed
Between the cars
Pirouetting
Cartwheeling
Turning
And tumbling
Until
It landed in front
Of me
And at the same
Moment
As I caught a glimpse
I felt this
Bag
With my tires
And it wasn't
A bag
At all
And though I still
Hoped
It was a rag doll
Or a broken
Discarded
Umbrella
It wasn't that
Either
And through
My rear view mirror
I fear I saw
Its final
Dance of death
Its jolt of pain
And desperation
Its will to survive
Temporarily over-powering
The inevitable
And then
I was gone
And I guess
It was gone
And there wasn't
A damned thing
I could do
About it
And therein lies
The lesson
For we blink
Too often
To make excuses
About this
Swift passage
And its
Beautifully honest
Unquestionably fragile
Finality
 

◄ All the little fishes

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 15th Dec 2014 20:40

Natalie has expressed this beautifully for me as well. I like the juxtaposition of two types of 'immense' - the damning cause of inattention at the wheel and the possibly avoidable loss of life.

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Anthony

Fri 12th Dec 2014 11:54

I will keep writing
It definitely made me feel a bit weird but I'm not too traumatised!
Thanks for reading and liking ;-)

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