Roadkill

Smell the roadkill in the rose bush See the sunshine hit the tow trucks See plastic bodies ride brown waves Look past the smokestacks to see clouds Hear a choir underground Hear a tree crash silently down in its grave See the tire marks in the soil See the mountain tops in the oil spill In the lake where the fishes swam and sat down in the sand See a forest in a phone screen Hear a red fox run on dry leaves From a man with dry red blood dripping from his hands See a bird perched on the stovetop Hear a rooster 'neath the gunshots Smell sewers spew out a rushing city stream See the blue ceiling start to fall Hear the angels final call As the oceans we filled up flood us through the streets