the end of beauty

the green of the goose's neck
is fluorescent, chrome
in color, a bright sheen
even in this rain.
a white stripe,
a red stripe, tight bands
around it's
thin neck, curled
and folded from being struck
by a car when
crossing the street.
it's not the end of beauty,
but close, that comes later,
when night falls,
and other things
take it further.