"The end for a new living"

What we never learn
Is what we never see or hear or feel;
And who was there
To see death take her early?
Who was there to hear the squeal
Of breaks?
Just another road kill
Complete with pouched life
Still alive, for a little while.

The degree we never earn
Is in the time and place before
We builit our halls of learning,
Before turning
The red kangaroo
Out onto the streets.
Perhaps we need to run
A survival course
For wildlife?
How to love with all our ignorance.

by Conrad Murphy