A Peaceful Death

At night
trucks drive back and forth
in front of my house
carrying their cargo
(or not)
to places where people expect them
hold them responsible.
The little things
really do make the difference.

Snakes slithering
towards the places
they are meant to die.
Picked up by the eagle
that’s been pre-determined to kill them
or even
just naturally coiling
unable to shed their skin one last time
in what the outside would might call
a peaceful death.

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