The Road Kill

​biting frost awakes us
springtime lulls us to sleep
wisdom is emotion
not quenched or quelled 
but reversed...

we were speeding along the highway 
to the ceremony
to nowhere
wrapped in hurried robes
in a beautiful, moist spring morning
in the mountains

a dead fox lay on the road 
caught like a mirage
and meeting the sky
on the wet, grey tarmac

my heart flashed with release
'oh, my friend,' I said inside
for it was my friend
my saviour
from the worldly beauty 
of that morning

oh my beloved fox
glorious wreckage of my life
spoiling everything
and shining with a heart released

oh my own beloved corpse
glorious wreckage of my life
spoiling everything
and shining with a heart released
there is no greater joy
than you

and he knew he may not think of the blood
that he may not think at all
only remember
in the silence of his death 
and in the death of the fox

taking a short break on the journey
he stepped into the trees by the roadside

in the fresh forest of truth
the spring flowers 
growing so delicately from the earth 
were already on the shrine
the scent of the pine rose like incense
and the morning light was truly lit 
in the heart

right here 
long before the ceremony in nowhere
there was a deeper ceremony
in somewhere 

perhaps we truly live in a sacred place

'thou art not there in the sky
my saviour,'
he thought