Roadkill

Asphalt doesn't deceive you
It's just
dry dirty bumpy slick with

long

smears

of things no one wants to see
like cracked slivers of white bone
scattered on the husk of -
what is it? - don't know.

Are your eyes still on the road
or somewhere in your head
or peering at the gray of a city skyline
sticking up like lithic toothpicks
jabbing deep, deep in the ground
cracking the black
black
asphalt
with their concrete roots -
they deceive you
with their tall, glassy walls that echo the sky.

But
look down for a moment
a black background for a mantle of soft fur
a circus of organic decay craving an audience
Be honest if you don't look
Be honest
because asphalt doesn't deceive you.