A deer goes dashing
across the business park
the suits watch from windows
like caged animals
wishing to be free
galloping
all the way
breaking convention
breaking the silence…
it feels good
natural
until
the deer is
hit by a car
while experiencing.
the excitement came too fast
the rush too exhilarating
the blood dripping
off too hastily
in all directions
covering the street
in fluid honesty
a ritual rarely seen
these days.
the deer
showed more life in the last
fading seconds
than anyone that stood
watching
behind the glass.
their time will come too
like a death knell, like an axe
swinging swiftly
by its own hand,
a human selected executioner.
death makes it exciting
yet unpredictable.
that’s the most we could ask for.
some
stick around in the game
for too long
and things become dull
life becomes dead
even though you’re not dead
and you’re still here
one year too late
one year too soon
only one more year to go…
I wish I had left
my safety
sooner.