Twitching

[Colm Roe]

It's that time again. 
When squirrels, not quite carpet
but occasionally litter these roads.
Some lounge in tiger skin poses,
prostrated flat by bad decisions

red or grey
I love them all

I've witnessed them explode, 
minced meat lifting one last dance
beneath the car in front.

Drove past one
flattened from the waist down.
In my rear view he was still alive,
I u-turned to end his misery, knowing
it was going to hurt me more...and it did.
I can't do that for my people.

Nursing homes are full of them.
Flat from the waist down,
aware they're too big to be squashed.
Incapable of lifting themselves off that branch

waiting rooms littered
with silent
twitching screams.

[Tracy Mitchell]

Somber poem.  Devastating poem.  Crystal view of razor edges of life.  This is  effective, C, like a cribbing axe.  Your N is so eyes-wide-open, so compassionate, and ultimately so helpless.  Powerful writing.  Consider deleting “my” in S.4 L.6.   Also look at removing L.4 of S.5 [redundant].  And of course, S.2 L.1 – learn how to spell “gray”.   :)

First rate stuff, Colm.

T