Scrapbook background. Heading reads Clara Bush Vadala. Portrait of Bush Vadala and covers of her books Prairie Smoke and Resembling a Wild Animal.
Scrapbook background. Skunk, Alive, poem by Clara Bush Vadala, It’s 4am, and you’re as sleek as tar, It’s really not your fault you’re marked like roads- Your asphalt backside broken by the white, That lines you sides about your shoulder blades- Like you’ve nowhere else to be but on them, You descend form midnight onto highways, When we forget the stench of paving roads, Reminding us with sacrifice: that scent, That Stretches miles before the wind makes you, Anonymous, again. Please, find a stream, Be washed away in that instead of smashed, By bumpers. There’s no glory in your guts, They’re only feeding hungry buzzards now, Don’t you get it? I don’t want to smell you.
Clara Bush Vadala is a poet and veterinarian from North Texas.
Clara is a good friend of the collection and regularly reads her poetry at our Conferences! #SowellCollection #PoetryMonth #poetry #literature #community #nature #archives