Lady with a Dead Ermine

When I saw you lying there so peacefully, I had to stop the car. Your body was still warm and flexible, your fur shiny and warm. I drove you home, I couldn’t leave you. Speeding along the country roads, images sprang into my head.

Holding you like a dead snake, I feel like the Madonna of roadkill.

Thank you for being such an exquisite corpse

Our life is made by the death of others

Leonardo da Vinci

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