Mache

The pelt of fur is now so thouroghly mangled and
mutilated that it no longer resembles anything that
would ever belong to an animal.The rain has washed
away the quater mile track of animal juices that
once was on the road
The wet mash of fur has been churned and turned and
flattened several times over to form an unusual
mache of dirty fur and blackened flesh and guts.
I don’t have anything poetic to say about it I guess
Nothing deep!Nothing philisophical!

Mache

ripplefix

Joined February 2008

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This is a poem about road kill

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