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#9 

May
2010


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a poem by Kevin Reid

Roadkill

creeping closer, a vulture
lifts its wings, gives a wave,
leaving little of the raw traveller
in his smouldering car.

as the moon plays peek-a-boo on the horizon
the hungry hobo pours himself a drink
and curses the selfish embers.

© by Kevin Reid

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010