Mark R Slaughter

Death On The Road - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

The rabbit ran
The car careered on
Night blacked out the way
To see the rabbit gone;

But only after flesh had writhed
Exposed inside a twilight world
Where death betrays the state
Of consciousness:

Romanticism doesn’t play a part
In death for the rabbit –
Such plays the oddity of human minds
That we would tell it in a poem.

Here comes a fox –
For life depends on death.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 25, 2011

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