it is strange that it is sentience the creature hit
just lifted in an eternal grimace of impact.
should i recognize the pain that is my pain, pull
lavender flowers from the earth to place on the breast of the animal.
(after i push the dead cat gently to one side of the road
feeling in my gut even its prolonged weight, the way the
body unbending moves as a stricken whole i cannot catch breath enough
for the unknown creature my heart is shuttered.) still
i do not know myself of moments before, that consciousness
of another form too is extinguished, therefore
i have died, am dead and
alive enough not to know what quite to mourn
except how the universe is scattered in yours and mine chest.