Road Kill
Death failed to show up for work one day,
the clock remained unpunched
Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,
all coroner’s out to lunch
Death took a holiday without checking in,
the pecking order stunned
Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off
—awaiting what’s to come
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
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