Eulogy on the Last Day

by Leigh Marthe

 

It is not the deer I pass nightly

on my dark way home from town

or the pink possum

or a quick brown fox.

Not the toad hopping

across my blackened path,

nor skittering mouse or mole

blinded by headlights

that was my victim.

 

Bright red-breasted boy,

you stood in my way,

in full sun this morning,

and I waited for you

to take the customary

last minute flight out from under

my speeding wheels,

 

but you did not.

 

Instead you stood Samurai

looking me full in the face

and let me take you

unafraid from this day

and all the rest of the days,

 

feathers flying away from you,

an offering to the heavens

on your wake.

 

This poem was previously published in Ad Hoc Monadnock Online.

 

Leigh Marthe has lived in New Hampshire and was active in its literary community. She now lives and works in Brattleboro, Vermont. Her first chapbook, This Exact Life, was published in 2008 by Wind in the Timothy Press. She has also been published in The 2010 Poets’ Guide to New Hampshire: More Places, More Poets, Mindset Poetry, Cold River Review, Anthology of New England Writers, Private Places, Ad Hoc Monadnock Online, Wind In The Timothy Press On-line, and Summit Avenue Express. Leigh is an avid gardener, yogini, local foodie, and cyclist. She purchased her first electric cargo bicycle last fall to joyfully immerse herself in her community and resist the heavy carbon footprint of our times.

 

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