Dead deer bloated on side of highway,
Smell could make you vomit
A hundred yards away.

Trying to work outside,
But … Oh my God.

Folks arrive in a white pickup,
Logo on the side
To take the carcass to
Wherever roadkill goes.

I applaud, so they know
They are appreciated.
Not a job I would want.
Then I hear it.

The retching,
Over and over,
Of a man doing a job
For which he is grossly underpaid.

Thankful or not,
I run inside,
Lest I follow his example.