Badger

I talk to myself a lot now dead badger,
Guts spilt out in a pointless red anger,
Blackened face flattened to the hard tarmac.
Stupid creatures; if only we had turned back.

I passed your friend splayed over the curb,
Strewn with the rubbish thrown from turds.
We did not chat though; I turned away,
Anyway, after everything, what could I say.

Sleep now, I will go, and leave you in peace;
Pity, I could not know you as an old badger.
The road continues but we do not, as once
I turn this corner I am finally gone yonder.
I talk to myself a lot now dead badger,
Because you are no longer my badger.

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