Corpses Corpses of animals, killed on the road Corpses of farm houses Corpses of barns, empty and dark, Corpses of tractors. Corpses of cars, cast off in the weeds, Corpses of trees, broken and stark. Corpses of fields, lying fallow and bare, Corpses of woods, that once were fair Flayed by storms which Are Nature's pitch Against our kind. Corpses of homes, abandoned, unsold Corpses of houses unloved and alone Curtains left dangling Behind broken panes. Corpses of mattresses Thrown out of a truck Lying there among the muck. Corpses of fast food Strewn along the road. Confetti of an unkempt kind. These are the few That came to my view In one short drive Today. But there are plenty more That come to mind: Corpses of buildings Once used for trade Corpses of aeroplanes Too many made. Corpses of gas stations Become obsolete Corpses of trains, and their tracks. Corpses of "machines" Abandoned because no one cares To make repairs. Corpses of furniture Only in style For a while. Corpses of malls Corpses of cinemas, Corpses of halls. Corpses of towns And whole suburbs. Corpses of ships, Rusting hulks Or brand new, Abandoned too, With nowhere to go.....corpses, corpses... Corpses. Our world is full of so many kinds of corpses. The corpses of ancient cities are so attractive. Somehow I can't think that ours ever will be. It was a thought that came to mind as we drove back from my latest pain management test, which, while successful, appears to have disconnected my brain from the function of my legs, just a bit. It's temporary. Just a bit disorienting. So please forgive my rather sombre scribble.