Floppy dead badger lying in the road
No scuttling no more on the streets at night
But if you're hit again then you'll explode
Stop car, walk back and push you out of sight.
Body gives way against the toe of shoe
Roughly the weight of any little child
Smashed, bloodied jaw and eyes that spilt out too,
Moved it from road to where the verge grows wild.
After my first was born Neils made me brunch
And I would never be just me again,
And fatherhood was like some kind of punch
That knocked me out but left me in no pain.
I have no secrets from the world you see,
There's only this, my fears, my kids, and thee.
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