Thoughts During A Morning Stroll
written by: Mark Scheel
Something dead in the roadway lies
with splattered gut and gray-glazed eyes.
Furred or feathered, claw or nail,
with or without bushy tail,
what the species matters not.
Dead is dead. Rot is rot.
Something dead in the roadway lies;
the only mourners a swarm of flies.
And we being flesh shall share that end,
be it soon or around the bend—
be it in bed or some jungle muck,
struck by lightning or a passing truck.
The road of life may be curved or straight,
But its end for each is consigned to fate.
Mark Scheel
I was born on a farm in Kansas and attended Kansas University. After graduation I served overseas with the American Red Cross and later taught English at Emporia State University and was an info spec with the Johnson County Library. I belong to The Kansas Authors Club and The Writers Place and have served on the boards of directors with two literary magazines. I also was a prose editor for Kansas City Voices magazine. I'm now retired and write full time. My essays, short stories, poems and articles have appeared over a 40-year period in numerous periodicals. I blogged for several years on Scriggler and The Grant Journal and those posts were collected in a book. I have published six books to date representing every major genre. My work has won several literary awards and I'm represented by the Metamorphosis Literary Agency.
Latest posts by Mark Scheel (see all)
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