Is there anything much more wasteful of life than roadkill?
Will anything sadder than indiscriminate slaughter,
quarter never given, ever be so coldly served.
Is there anything much more diabolically striven,
driven, than the bloody tarmac of civilisation?
Carrion crows and flies apart, nature is riven out.
As the day breaks the guts of nature are harshly dying
drying out on asphalt's never-ending winding lines.
Signs pointing along the black-top to the next rotting corps.
I'm driving, staring over blinding lights I never reach,
bleached biology in my tyres' biting zigzag treads,
heads turning, dazzled, to see unavoided mates destroyed.
Of course I'm not to blame and then again of course I am.
Planning could have me driving slowly through the daylight hours
Ours is to compromise economic convenience.
Roadkill is indicative of wildlife's steady decline.
Lines in the sands irretrievably crossed, decimation,
predation overplayed, conservation underdone.
Of course, if mankind abandoned a continent or two.
Drew away, leaving environments to nature's way
day by day the gorilla would reassert his station.
Then with man diminished, under one water and one sky,
flying will be for birds and bees, and only beasts driven.
Ribbons of tarmacAdam and Eve's concretions decay.
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