road kill

doing sixty
on the dark
unlit road called
shore drive
between
acres of woods
a fat grey possum
walks slowly in
front of
your car,
the headlights
shine in
his black eyes,
he is numb with
bad luck,
and you can neither
slam on
your brakes
or swerve to
avoid him, or
her, who's
to know. there
is little you
can do, but
cringe
as you hear
the thumping sound
of it beneath
the carriage
of your car.
there is no stopping
to get out to check
on him, no
911 call for
help. it's just
strangely odd, and
weirdly sad
for the both
of you. there is
nothing you
can do but go
on with your life,
having this
to add to it.