Dead Animal Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Beware how quickly

your life is turned into history

or simply crumbles away

like autumn leaves.



Notable persons have

documented pursuits

and everyone else

have friends with memories.



When the last friend

with the last memory

ceases to breathe,

then your purpose and place

is of less value

than the dead animal

crushed on the highway.



There's probably no God

or another existence with flowers.