Traveling Through the Dark
dead on the edge of the Wilson River street.
It is generally best to fold them into the gorge:
that street is tight; to swerve may make all the more dead.
By sparkle of the tail-light I staggered back of the vehicle
what's more, remained by the pile, a doe, an ongoing murdering;
she had solidified as of now, practically cold.
I hauled her off; she was vast in the paunch.
My fingers contacting her side presented to me the reason–
her side was warm; her grovel lay there pausing,
alive, still, never to be conceived.
Close to that mountain street I delayed.
The vehicle pointed ahead its brought down leaving lights;
in the engine murmured the enduring motor.
I remained in the glare of the warm fumes turning red;
around our gathering I could hear the wild tune in.
I considered every option for us all– my just swerving–
at that point pushed her over the edge into the waterway.
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