roadkill
responding to Sarah’s ‘the recent burials’
wallaby gone when we came back with rifle
so push off the tar
and days watch by, summer fast
yd hardly see the crows, or who were they (?)
driving by each day
dog of my childhood
in a backyard gone
and the time capsules (late sixties) must be there still too
damp mouldy remains of still live and breathe
important things forgotten now
but smell bad
and straight to the bin
sometimes you’d think the whole planet bones
sunk further toward the molten core
but some were smoke before
no one buried the dinosaurs
that was a sad sad day