Having made the resolution to make every word of poetry I write count twice, this week’s poem had to be a short one. A bit of micropoetry from my latest field trip which took me for a long trip on the scary highways of Bangladesh.

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Run over cat

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On the highway

a run over cat’s

intestines doodled red on black.

A tattered fur rag

contained all that

and life too.

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