Roadkill

I travel along a snake-like road,

right from its very tail

to the hungry jaw in which its forked tongue sits.

As I curve along
the slimy crevices of its body

I encounter carrion led flat in its stomach.
Gathered around the death

is a flock of esurient crows

pecking at the remains the snake has left for them.

As I approach the remains,

the condemning glare of my headlights

frighten the foul flock away from their feast.

The prospect of death

frightens the benefactors of death

away from their own slice of death.