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Aug. 18, 2014
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just yesterday

i buried the dead raccoon

i found in the middle of the road

in front of the barn.



while driving to the city

i saw the bodies

of a skunk, two more raccoons

eight deer, a red-tailed hawk

someone’s pet cat

dozens of frogs

and a painted turtle

all lying on the curb

as feed for the turkey

vultures and crows


i thought of the other roadkill:

wetlands, prairies, forests

small towns

whole urban neighborhoods



even though i was late for work

i got off the highway

pulled into a rest stop

and sat in sadness.

i felt trapped, trampled

run over.





Daniel Grego was born in Chicago in 1952.  Since 1980, he has worked for TransCenter for Youth, Inc., a nonprofit agency that operates small, innovative high schools in Milwaukee.  He became TransCenter’s Executive Director in 2002. He is the author of several books of poetry and essays, most recently One Winter Night: Collected Poems 1966-1996, Rock River Reflections, and Schools for Conviviality.  His poems and essays have appeared in numerous periodicals and anthologies including Gathering Place of the Waters: Thirty Milwaukee Poets, Everywhere All the Time, Life Learning, You Are Still Being Lied To, Stay Solid: A Radical Handbook for Youth, and A Whole Which is Greater: Why the Wisconsin “Uprising” Failed.


Since 1986, he and his wife, Debra Loewen, the founder and Artistic Director

of Wild Space Dance Company, have lived on fifty-five acres along the Rock

River in Dodge County, Wisconsin.




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