Poetry By John Cannon


I don’t have time
Poetry By John Cannon

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I don’t have time
Poetry By John Cannon

This small squirrel
broken
by a speeding car,
 
he was so young,
so naive about roads,
 
just scampering
from woods to woods.
 
Well, he’s just one of millions
smashed by us,
 
just a piece of roadkill debris
to be ground into the pavement.
 
I don’t have time
 
to mourn for him,
to move him to a resting place,
 
I don’t have time
 
to think about him
and all the others.
 
I have things I have to do
and places I have to be.
 
Then why
do I stay here,
 
why
do I make this soft shallow grave,
 
why
do I move him so gently,
 
why
are all these tears
 
pouring down my face?