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Requiem for roadkill, ​ I & II

I

​Little brother


You are moving through the night
on your way, on your way
At the ending of the day
shadows play, shadows play
​And her scent is on the air
follow there, follow there
For the moon is on the rise
feel her pulse, feel her tide.


But little brother do not go
not today, not today
Though the moon is on the rise
stay inside, stay inside

Though her scent is on the air
don’t go there, don’t go there
Don't go wandering that way
run and hide, run and hide.
​

For the demon light will come
rolling on, rolling on
He is pounding through the night
like a drum, like a drum

He will take you in his stride
and be done, and be done

When the blows are raining down
you don’t want to be around.
 
Ah now brother there you lie
gentle form, gentle form
Though the light shines in your eye
and your belly is still warm
Though I touch your tawny hide
​there you lie, there you lie
Though I weep, though I cry
you are gone, you are gone.
 
Little Brother we are kin
you and I, you and I
Little Brother when you die
so do I, so do I.
Picture
Picture
Roadkill, Photograph by artist Brenda Runnegar
II

​Family shame
 

Mother I see you lying there,
your silver grey gone dun,
even your shrieking fear grown cold,
your flying beat out run.
 
Brother I touch you tenderly,
your breathing barely still,
your trundling path cut violently,
your tawny eyes all nil.
 
Lady your wing moves in the wind,
its straying reach a cheat,
Beauty, grace and freedom pinned,
your piping song complete.
 
Though bloodied, bludgeoned, murdered, killed,
you lie in graceless state,
no wreaths, no prayer, no elegy,
our mourning inchoate.
 
We shy at the stench, roll windows shut
curse the morning rush,
speed on, speed on to nowhere,
to nothing we can touch.
 
For though we see you lying there,
my brother, sister, kin,
we are past all grief and tearless,
silent in shared sin.
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  • Photography
    • Artichoke
    • Magnolia
    • Breathe
    • Burnout
    • Wallagarough
    • Autumn
  • Collage
    • Dreamscapes
    • Voyagers
  • Drawing
    • Curiosity
    • The meaning of an oyster shell
    • Drawings
  • Painting
    • Burnout
    • Take flight!
    • Spirit Birds
    • Skyscapes
    • Other painting
  • Sculpture / 3D
    • Firebirds
    • Ikebana bricolage
  • Poetry
    • Firebird
    • Breathe
    • King Parrot at dusk
    • Driving home
    • Home country
    • Requiem for roadkill
    • For Cody
    • Grief train
    • Welcome Swallows
    • All the time in the world
    • Leaf litter
  • Video
    • Light
    • Water
    • Flower
    • Concert
    • Memento
    • Morning
  • Essays
    • René Girard & Shakespeare
  • Contact