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.
03/25/1979
Posted on 08/07/2009Copyright © 2024 W. Mahlon Purdin
funny what things that catch our eyes make us think. this brought a very clear image to mind. great write.