Devil Collecting Roadkill
So often little pieces of the bodies stay.
Not just insects or the bleaching
the roadside grasses take,
but actual fur and bone.
That's just shoddy work to him,
and puzzling, given
the county's distaste for decay.
He goes out sometimes to scrape the leavings.
Not that it's much fun for him.
It's not like he's saving them for jewelry.
He prefers that drivers see
the clean white lines hashing over black,
the sun and its dead beaming.
That's what he wants them rushing toward.