Hazards of the Road
A butterfly lay on the side of the road
still fluttering as we drove by.
One who sped before us downed the butterfly
one before that got the rabbit
then the dog, the deer, the skunk,
before that the Indians, mountains,
then gave the land a final shot
ripping up everything,
so we could rush 55 MPH
zapping anything that moves
on the pitiless highway
to a motel of dreams.