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