to the public museum

of road kill,

where you can study


the sciences of animal

anatomy by bike;

or, come to understand


the taste of curdled acid

as the dead do—just before

they pass:


or, to see time

as it sees us,

to know what lies beyond


the flies—


most don’t


know or care

—carried in automobiles,

and I don’t care to blame them


for forgetting their history

and staying off

the streets—


for forgetting—

what their bodies are

made from;


and, what they’ll think

when they too taste

acid on their tongue


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