Sunday road kill /m/

I like how this new Day One
has stayed at a consistent distance from me
miles of people behind
afraid
that I would burn them on the highway and eat
their livers and hearts
children and dogs
to finally
get away from them all

and it will be blamed as well
this new Day One
behind
in the rain and alone
by All-Seeing Eye so far blind on me
and on all of my deeds

dawn
still in labor
just another of those lost cases of light
un-resurrected Sunday
from late yesterdays and stillborn tomorrows
I give it life with brains I keep in an orange helmet for non-critical safety
on top of my critical neck
carbon-clad full face can of filth and sorrows
fears
I wouldn’t mind finally breaking into splinters of sudden coincidence
fate
and word of mouth
accidental roadkill crawling all over the asphalt
living organ donor
gasping for useless air