no one weeps

no passing lane (haiku)

a truck did a job —
dead deer bent back on itself,
ground down — no one weeps

What Im Reading:

and that was Lamentations
that was just Lamentations
it was not history

— Derek Walcott / “The Sea Is History”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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