'Does Anybody Care? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

Road kill on our highways
carcasses just left to lie.
Snow melts to then reveal
what now does not come
soothing to ones eye.

Mangled, half decomposed
unrecognizable beasts.
All left to the elements
birds and others, which upon do feast.

Why couldn't one at least remove them?
Possibly transfer them to an unmarked grave?
What are we all becoming?
Are their life's worth less than ours?
For are we not really, somewhat all the same?

Flesh and blood, and same need for love
rearing offspring on forest fields of green.
Sorrow when loss of ones taken spouse
crying silently
do we humans not understand of these?

I feel deeply sorrowed when this I view
what may not really affect any of you.

But, if we do not have thought for the least of these
then why should anyone care more for me?

Lying along a roadside one day
my life now also, be left just fading away.

Covered by time, now an unrecognizable frame
Those not caring to bury, who now to blame?