when the sun comes up, we awaken.
our minds crank out the chemicals of life, and we grow dull.
animals succumb to natures call, hiding in bushes until Death comes to call.
today, i walked past a dead possum on the side of the road
Bloated with gases he lay there.
his eyes shriveled up, his gut swollen
he lay there with a stench from Hell.
that sickly sweet aroma of rotting flesh,
and no one noticed but me.
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