Ending Smell

slaughtered 

filleted

a skunk dead across a roadway

,the smell of that i find poetic

an end supported by a beginning 

middle then, defined by an end

 a release of one life's work of control

hidden from chaos

held from the random

 for as long as it took

a life's effort

into piece's

across multiple sense's 

and then death

an achievement

 in release, for,

we all smell it

and for some reason it made me think of this saying...

"When you go down in flames, be grateful for the warmth"

Author's Note