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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.
lifts its wings, gives a wave,
leaving little of the raw traveller
in his smouldering car.
the hungry hobo pours himself a drink
and curses the selfish embers.
© by Kevin Reid
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010