Sunday, May 23, 2010


Incident Along I-95 near Bellevue Park
(A True Story)

All trees in brief leaf.
Shadow fresh. Lush spring grass.
Lingering eve light
Glistens in red sundown rage
Upon apparent rib cage.

Seen in disbelief
Along the highway. Sped past
Homeward bound each night:
Vertebrae, discarded spine.
Accident victim or crime?

Each day and a week.
Bones lie exposed and ignored.
White, unhid by weed.
Is it only I who pay
Heed to death by the highway?

With son and daughters,
We drive to the skeleton,
Approach with shudders.
The murdered corpse we fear
Is but carcass of a deer.

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