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Driving home by MJC HarpurI see the road-kill gourmets convene at dawn, Magpies in white napkins, to taste pristine faces, Rooks formally dressed, in long sideways skips To test the insides of ears and lips, fawn fur Still warm, gloss gone only from the eyes. Each corpse shows where an occult route ran Counter to the kerb. I count the milestones: A white cat, rabbits, an owl gripping a vole, A badger which bundled over the cat's-eyes Not quickly enough. The day grows older. ... continued ... For the complete poem, please click on the following link: |