Rabbit Road

There is a rabbit on the pavement

Before my wheels drive over it again

I see it’s life flash before my eyes

But my tires have already driven by.

I did not send it to its death

Yet I take it with my wheels again

Parts spread over the pavement

Pieces of it lodged in my treads.

The blood has all dried up,

The stomach spills the guts,

The foot is severed from the leg,

The rabbit is humbled in the end.

How unlucky can this creature be

For its trail of life to lead to me?

A stone for passing is what humans invent

Little one, the open road is your stone.

I cannot bury you, Earth cannot lay its claim,

Instead you are met with a human bane.

We must clean you after causing your pain.

I am late to therapy, I must sort myself,

So that I do not become roadkill like you.

Pity and brake lights are all that I can offer,

And in these moments I serve as your mirror.

Where you died is an everlasting omen

Doomed to repeat again and again

We hope your body becomes more broken

Easier and easier for us to cope with.

The dust is where I leave you.

I didn’t take your life.

But I am like the one who did.

I can only imagine what you would do instead.

But I am late, I must stop at the sign ahead.

-Cipher

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