Morbid Curiosity

 
We drive by the carrion, but yet we carry on
At high speeds like it’s just another thing to see
As the hardcore gore is spread out on the floor
The road is full of life, death and auto cacophony
 
But in that split second in my two-ton weapon
I look at the entrails with morbid curiosity
Like some kind of spell expecting that smell
Of death and decay splayed out for all to see
 
Now that I think of it I never gave much thought to it
That living thing died suddenly without words
And the body lays in blitz for days on end until it’s…
Picked up by road service or it’s food for the birds
 
I never thought roadkill would create a poetic spill
Pondering on the life of an animal that used to be
It’s sort of crazy and nuts to be spilling my guts
For expressing myself on that morbid curiosity