Old Dogs

ROADKILL


fluttering ebony
barely discernable
through the distortion
of the rising
desert heat

intent
upon their task
but also alert
looking for signs
of those menacing machines
relentlessly prowling
the wastelands
searching
for unwary transgressors
who would dare
to tread
upon these signatures
of man
on the
scorched
scenery

the feast
continues
delivered by servants
of destiny and mishap
through ancient
and modern means
masked in guises
of the fleeting
moment

a glint
of light
on the horizon
hints
of eminent threat
resulting
in only temporary
relinquishment
of territory

their permanence
assured
by the transience
of those who
blindly seek
progress

an air conditioned
capsule of comfort
speeds by
without hindrance
across the arid expanse
carrying the creatures
of conquered climes
toward the tamer
destinations
caged in
concrete
and steel

"Mommy
what's that
in the road?"

"just
some crows
dear

finish
your
puzzle"