Armadillo Gravedigger




 Armadillo Gravedigger


The roadkill on the Interstate of Fear,

scuttles from the thorny bush

to the shores of I 35.

The last armadillo waltz wearing

leather scutes like boots,

Picking with cactus needles,

at a table with Steve Spurgin,

playing a  Texas hold’em kind of game,

no-limit in a big blind bet:

the vertical showdown under

the wheels of a Chevy Silverado.



First published in Highland Park Poetry



Published by: Basicallybarb

Barbara A Meier is a poet, teacher, and mother, trying to write her way out of Kansas, anxiety and depression. Instead of indulging in feeling like garbage, trash, or rubbish, she chooses to examine the debris of her life by writing poems about it. After all as a forgiven, child of God, simultaneously saint and sinner, she is loved and cherished by her God.

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