road kill

I see you there, mess of flesh and bone made only of beautiful decay destroyed my man's mechanized manicism turned to amalgamations of concrete and rot. crows and vultures pick and tear at your skin, feeding the plentiful victims of man to their young. once creations of a supposed god, now simply road kill i apologize to you, even if you never could have accepted it. i sleep in the warmth of your innocence, in the remnants of your being to the creatures corpses i may witness, i will always be sorry