Roadkill Poem by Leslie Ching

Roadkill



In the city of darkness
Stark grey roads wind and twist,
Paved over with asphalt
Colder than the hearts of the millionaires
Whose extravagant abodes sit upon them;

Is
there
anything
wrong?

On a street void of breath and life
Lies a small brown form,
Lifeline drawn out in a trail of red.
Fur matted with blood,
Its limp tail twitches like a marionette
Playing a final act in the empty breeze.
Only the wind howls its hollow grief;

No,
there's
nothing
wrong

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nick Lennert 20 August 2011

It's real. It's gritty and poetic- I like how the first verse is more mysterious, and then the single line 'Is there anything wrong' leads you into a more disturbing realm of imagery, such as, a line I liked, 'fur matted with blood, it's limp tail twitches like a marionette' and then, closing with the line 'No, there's nothing wrong' is the icing on the cake. Roadkill. Perfect!

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Leslie Ching

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Toronto, ON, Canada
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