Business
The
Corpse of America lay rotting
in
the middle of the road under the
burning
noonday sun like roadkill.
Blood,
guts and gore strewn from
shoulder
to shoulder. It just lay there.
No
one would touch it. It was too
dangerous.
There were deadly things
inside.
Even dead the world feared
what
might be unleashed were the body
disturbed
so it lay there stinking,
rotting
and disappearing. Fading
as
the world went about its business.
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