Road Safety

He knew
it was not safe to cross
Figured it would be
nobody’s loss

The truck it struck him
squashed him dead
His bones were crushed
and out he bled

Gawkers stared
not a thing they could do
As he entered the black
and turned gray and blue

They’ll eat his eyes
swallow his nose
In a flash of beaks
his flesh will go

Vulture fare
will be his new name
As in life his death
just more of the same

A few blood drops
until the road is repaved
His only mark
on life so depraved.