I will get back to you when I do, I promise.

Deer,

white and furry

with its belly up.

Dead,

on the side of the road.

The only one that saw was me;

its broken heart in all its glory,

shattered into pieces like its

mangled body

on the side of the road.

Just another

dead

thing.

Mind swirls with thoughts,

as broken as the bottles

and human trash,

floating where the turtles should be.

Headlines:

Emperor penguin swims

from Antarctica to Australia.

maybe they are not that different;

they both start with A,

and climate change is still the culprit.

Plane flying over stretches of dirt,

dirt that used to be inhabited by life.

Mind on fire with thoughts as burnt as the trees

turned to ash, gone.

Just another

dead

world.