DEATH Poem: Cervus Mortuus, by Ricardo José González-Rothi

Arched stiffly on melting snow,
gaping nostrils and a steamy puff of air
might have been
the last glimpse
before a final apnea,
the maroon coagula jelled onto
the coarse gray-brown winter coat,
betrayed
the final blow that must have ended it.
The single gaping hole near the heart
was unexpected.
There were no tread marks,
no crash debris at the site.
Just another life,
anonymously disposed of.

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