at the end of the road
in a ditch
in the backwoods
of alabama
a carcus
picked
clean by the crowes
and the blackbirds
loses the last
of its dignity
was it man
or animal
doesn’t matter
anymore
its become
fossil
fuel
for the birds
shit on the car
window
and an eyesore
for the passerbys
in their
brand new cars
the unknown
carcus
with no
monument
to behold its
memory
