Highway Lifecycle
The vultures have all day.
They glide above us, above the trees,
smirk at our urgency
and profit from it, as below we do
their dirty work, speed through the streets, lay waste
to nature, pile carcasses on the side of the road.
Paint stripes as if to say: here, you feast,
erase our shame so we may kill again
as you watch from above, keeping our secrets
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