#i hope that makes sense cause it's called roadkill prophet

[poetryinsepiatones]

Roadkill Prophet

Death sat in crows and vultures

Burying their heads into the carcasses

Laid in asphalt graves on the side of the road

And when they looked up

Their bald heads transparent for a moment

So you could see Death's bones and blood

Shining in their face

Death was much more real

Till you drove past

And It flew away on rotting wings

Death lay splattered underneath car tires

Apathetic as they chased the white and yellow lines

Oblivious to the carnage in their wake

Yet somehow still hitting

The same body again and again

Till it became nothing more than a smear

A greasy memory on a commute

Only remembered at its freshest

With empty sockets

Bloody roads

And disgust at that dirtying

The lowest belly of the car

Death screamed in shiny eyes

That balked and dilated in the holy high beams

And teared up at roaring engines.

Proud, high crowned bucks and

Cowardly possums crawling across the road

Met with the same curses

Hearts stammering the same beat

Bodies frozen with the same fear

Splayed on the same sides of the road

But never in the same grave

Never in the same thought

Only revulsion for what was left behind

Death perches in the trees.

As you climb out the driver's side,

Panicked voice catching between trunks and stars.

Bald heads turn in unison

Watching you approach the corpse ripped in half

On the double yellow line

Bones and blood flickering under the flashlight's beam.

Death coats the bottom of your car.

It spills out from under the headlights

Paints the pavement in red

And drowns the tires

Dipping into every groove and peak

Leaving vicious fingerprints on the road.

Death floods the eyes.

There is no recognition of light or person

They don't even blink.

But the chest is still stuttering,

The hooves twitch and thrash

Its high and mighty crown scrapes painfully

But you take no steps closer

Not when it stares at the Devil

And you stand in his place

Death brushes your tense shoulder.

Trickles a finger down your shocked and rigid spine

Strokes your tear stained cheek gently.

Whispers into your ear

"Remember

You are lucky."