Mikaela Castledine #189 Remains

When you see

a quenda quashed

on the road in the morning

either thrice dead and bloody pulped

or as if he’s just

sleeping off the night

try to drive with tribute

wheels equidistant like a sad salute

like an arched aisle gesture of respect

You will feel the passage over

with a wince along the midline

such a sad little nose

such a funny twisted tail

and either you or he or both

will be excoriated

both touched

one fleeting one prolonged

then you will speed away

while he remains