creatures crafted in a restful repose
unperturbed by trembling tire treads
tiny vessels line the length of this highway
but what of their purpose, their passion?
find it plastered across the pavement
fur then flesh then blood then bone
ground into gravel until nothing is left
unperturbed by trembling tire treads
tiny vessels line the length of this highway
but what of their purpose, their passion?
find it plastered across the pavement
fur then flesh then blood then bone
ground into gravel until nothing is left
except the memory of an insignificant life
but even that fades away in time
lost in the hazy red distance
but even that fades away in time
lost in the hazy red distance