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Night Shift by Stewart Carswell

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Night shift

My headlights pick out
a deer at the side of the road
between the hospital
and the cemetery.

I slow as I approach. Shift gears down.
Take a long look:

it was dead, fresh, only just struck.
No sign of life. No other traffic around.

You know what it’s like
to die
alone on a hard surface,
no one watching over as taillights recede.

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Stewart Carswell is from the Forest of Dean. He currently lives and works and writes in Cambridge. His poems have recently been published in Envoi, Cadaverine, and Ink Sweat & Tears, and included in Best New British and Irish Poets 2016. His debut pamphlet, Knots and branches, is published by Eyewear.

 

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