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Road Kills






Listen to the Poet Read
 A startled look, a sudden dash
To try and miss the impending crash;
But all too late, a sullen thump,
And yet another lifeless lump.

We race along the roads at night,
And stun the beasts with blinding light;
We don't slow down, a solid thud,
The corpse lies in a pool of blood.
Possum, 'roo, and, now and then,
Wallaby and native hen,
Bandicoot and pretty quoll
Are added to the mounting toll.

On the road all that remains
Are flattened bodies, blackened stains;
Rotting flesh, a pungent smell -
A common scene we know too well.

Is it too much to ask of us
To slow our car, or truck, or bus?
To stem the slaughter all too rife
That decimates our wildlife.
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