Road Kill Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

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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