Texas Highways Xxiii Poem by Armadillo Poet

I'm having a word with words right now.

Just plain sick of the speech act
Of generalized apology and emptiness
Of prayers universally empathetic.

I am sick at politics, at voting.

Empathize with me!
Sitting here next to you...

Before I drive us off a road
Screeches of orange metal
Pierced and torn by a tender green tree;

Otherwise there'll be no tragedy in it at all.

We'd use it as a drug though,
Sympathy again with ourselves.

No one feels what roadkill feel.