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by W. Mahlon Purdin

Driving down the road
At seventy miles an hour
I saw dead wings
On the pavement
Crushed and splattered
With red.
Whipping by
I paused in the rush
Of everyday things
To wonder at the tragedy
And at the irony of
Those wings.


Posted on 08/07/2009
Copyright © 2022 W. Mahlon Purdin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 08/08/09 at 04:06 AM

funny what things that catch our eyes make us think. this brought a very clear image to mind. great write.

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