Upheaval
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A poem…
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Evil upheaval
Another dead wombat, roadside
always inverted
confirming horrific death
by morning – motionless, cold, dead
gone
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A mother ripped from her family
a life gone
dependant lives cast into upheaval
she’s not coming back
empty nights, waiting, searching
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Someone’s roadkill
no mourning
no roadside memorial
just Nature’s maggots
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A family’s world gone
lost to night driving,
lost to special places where wombats once roamed free, content and without fear.
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~ Editor’s reflections from last Monday morning (6th June 2011) observed along the roadside on the way in to Mittagong; now permanently implanted in memory.Tags: night driving, roadkill, wombat
