I know when it is finally spring
or fall
when animals
by the dozen
lie dead in the road.
I witness a
naive forage into our world
gone terribly wrong
as a poor raccoon
or rabbit
has succumbed
to the hot rubber
and exhaust
of rush hour.
do we notice
as two tons of luxury steel
demolishes life
into a hot stew
that drags for miles
?
it will be spring soon
and a part of me has already died.
