Indistinguishable pile of hamburger on the highway,
Another sacrifice to the greater movement,
The greater lust for speed and achievement.
A hapless innocent ground under vulcanized tires
Thousands fall victim, unable to find a safe path to cross.
Unable to withstand the weight of industrialism,
Their bones collapse and shatter and the flesh tears.
Some suffer, the pain of the wheel marks lingering.
We see them. We ignore them. We pray we don’t become them.
They are the roadkill on the street, the rags and the bags of meat
That loiter without societal purpose, the ones left to rot
And stain the garish beacon that is progress.