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On the road - a possum family all quickly slaughtered together. There is something about their crushed bodies strewn according to size and age as they are. The whole family pretending to be dead, even now in deaths squash still seeking inconspicuousness. I recall those monochrome pictures of holocaust atrocities. The thin bodies, little bodies. The prioritized scattering, as if the placement of last moments were deaths final pose. While we the living, are invisible as we swerve to avoid them - driving quickly away.

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Date: 3/16/2020 1:48:00 PM
Striking similarities Eric, well done...
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Eric Ashford
Date: 3/16/2020 3:11:00 PM
Hi Charley, I'm pleaded that you also saw some strange reference between the two themes of this poem. Much obliged to you for the mention.
Date: 3/16/2020 1:22:00 PM
Another masterful pen. I really like this one. Fave'n. xomo
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Eric Ashford
Date: 3/16/2020 3:10:00 PM
Thank you Maureen. Appreciate the feedback.