Brandon uses his sharp shovel
hits root & runs through it
shifts bark & dirt, rebounds
& rings when rock is struck.
He doesn't go too deep today.
Doesn't need to. Instead thinks
about the missing towel earlier & his training
Our old way was to pile them in the truck
but folks mind the bodies
& then the phone call
How's this for your driving; my son
looked into the eyes of something dead
for the first time.
Dug now about two foot down
he drags their bodies from the back:
fawn & fawn's hind-quarters
& on the way to the pull-off
bloated raccoon, sun hot paws
& belly ready to burst.
He places them in the earth,
lays the legs where they'd lie
& does not shy from replacing dirt.
What you don't understand is
you drive lined by narrow graves
& have helped to fill them.
About the Creator
Jonnell L
Poet.
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