Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Roadkill on the Sidewalk

Not quite on the sidewalk—in the grass
between asphalt and cement,

you and me.
Me being, of course, an observer,
ambling not errant pedestrian, bystander,
standing for innocence; you, of course,

murderer of the slain.
I chose to walk to save the planet,
to dwell in the pleasance of a June afternooon,
and because I can’t afford a car.
You rejected ambulation in brazen apathy,
comfort at all costs. May your soul rest
like he rests, in the blazing sun.