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Coughing Up The Asphalt of Wilson River Road

by Rob Littler

I found a coyote on the roadside
dead with a stench I fooled myself
I didn't like. I gasped, inhaling death deep,
and held, while birds pecked
an exposed rib cage and twisted face,
with a slight grin;
he seemed satisfied,
having expired there, a speed
bump under the wheels of a car.
Or maybe it was I
who was satisfied,
with his lifeless form and empty matter,
with the fact that all flesh
must decay unto it's end, taking with it even
the soul, which is fed through life,
and releasing the spirit, which is
eternal.

11/11/2011

Posted on 11/11/2011
Copyright © 2019 Rob Littler

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