Lillian Wagner / 9
The carcass lies on the sidewalk.
Eyes like olives that never grew,
looking back at me through a tinted window.
A tongue hanging out of its mouth.
It will never taste again. Never again
feel the wind against its body, pushing.
As if to warn it of what’s to come
Preparing its fleshy tan body of a never ending darkness.
Its soul running, dancing with the wind —
But
Never
Feeling.
Its face laying on the cold sidewalk
with only the moon's fleeting company, its dim light
can't reach it.
Everything it saw with those olive eyes
green trees
yellow flowers
luscious berries.
Never Again.
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