Possums
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.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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