Badger. Dead.

Badger. Dead. Say, for five days?
(I don’t know the mechanics
Of bodily degradation.)
Still in good shape;
Save for its pecked-out eyes.
Yes, its intactness is gross.
Better a worm- or crow-eaten mess
Than a dead thing
That looks like a live thing…
(Save for its pecked-out eyes).

Clearly, no one has shifted it,
Or taken away the evidence.
Certainly not the mindless motorist
Who killed this poor creature.
It remains dead on the grass…
For all to see.
Even passing cars can see it.

Banged on the head
Into an animal heaven,
By a man surrounded
By two tons of protection.
Probably a bourgeois tank.

This isn’t romantic or even poetic.
It’s a little bit sad
That a creature should be a victim
Of a dumb and soulless driver.