ROADKILL

when I ran over the hat
the game changed

think of spinach all loose head
how a seed becomes many leafs

snip snip
and the growing continues

but bury it
under the crash and stink of cars

jobs families schools chores
suddenly the weeds do all the thinking

now we have a walk-behind police
and the choking grows

the greens can no longer get into us
the head is outside the body overgrown

the game becomes the same all over
and the hats smell flat