How Death

by riverwilding

I crossed the road often
I had seen what could happen
to turtles, quails, serpents
so when twin suns approached
in the moist darkness of August
I knew there would be blood
and the blow sent vibrations
through every fiber of every tree
the black land, blue jay footsteps
and while two men argued over me
my breathing softer than it had ever been
I knew how death comes: sudden
like northern winds