Rusty Oil Rags

Wrestling and restless

Tossing and tumbling

Hands slip and loss of grip

Body come crumbling down

Head crashes flat and loud

Rendezvous with table corners

Jagged point stabbing pound

Instant assault and rebound

Rusty aromas paint the room

Metallic and gory

Splash and slash the skin

Scrape the skull

Shredding soft spots

Opening the floodgates

Bloody droplets mat the hairs

Follicles clinging tight and bound

Together in messes drying solid

Rags pressed on head

One new after yet another

Band-aids sticky and watered down

Would do naught but stick to the hair

And bring more tears and pain

A painful hurt that cannot be patched

So simply as an open first aid kit

Soaking up the liquid rust

Eating supernatural fluid rushes

These rusty oil rags tainted

These rusty oil rags dizzying

These rusty oil rags tear-inducing

These rusty oil rags tossed aside

These rusty oil rags hidden

These rusty oil rags secret

We cannot let it be found

We cannot let them know

We cannot let death win

We cannot let anger hunt

We cannot let fury attack

Instead these rusty oil rags must burn

Instead we light the evidence

Instead we inflame in turn

Instead we’re infernos in this instance

Instead these rusty oil rags will churn

Oh-Possum

Grotesque pasta curlicues and pretzels

Splayed on display from the cavern wide

Dripping and drying in the afternoon sun

Flattened and scrapbooked upon gravel pages

Glued down by last breathes spit and blood

Saliva driveled: mix of garbage and soil

From the hollow of the jaw cracked wide

Open at the most uncomfortable angle

Disturbing the pedestrian passersby

Jaywalking the yellow stripped gravel-y grey

Looking down away from the height

Of the height glaring, competing with the stare

Blank and endless found beady upon

Expression-filled emptiness

Stomach’s contents gushing to join the page

From the door anew beneath the slender pouch

Alike its sister intestines born from jagged jaw

Past yellowing claws of teeth and matted fur

Blending with the curl of tail underneath

All the guts, the endless whorls

Left on this board as a new puzzle

From the nocturnal night roam

Scavenger lone hissing at the approacher

Slow to move as always, until

Frightened into stationary shock

Frozen and unable to escape

Blinded and silenced by vehicle unwary

Soundless shrill seen still

In the morning come and morning past

High noon evolves and mourns angrily

Waves of temperature from its temper

Quick the travelers afoot led

To the death site, heads down

Forced to mourning by rays relentless

Bashing and whipping burning light

So that eyes meet the gore and opossum’s

Death glare and silenced yelp