Skunk Dream Entropy

A couple of crows plucked morsels of rotting flesh
From the deer carcass on the highway shoulder,
69 Highway where the route marker signs have to be bolted down,
Or they end up in a photo of Pigpen in California
Or a freshman girl’s dorm room at KU,
The state crew replaces the signs but they just disappear again,
An old pickup pulled up and a bearded man saws off the antlers,
A trophy for his own dormitory
Later on his arms won’t be able to lift a fly,
His chainsaw stilled by the rigor mortis of the deer,
His pickup stalled out near the barn,
4 X 4 = 15 scrawled on the side
His brain unable to cipher anymore,
His dog runs past him chasing a skunk
That has sprayed her cloud of greenish yellow jazz,
The stink of it more than the old geezer could bare,
But he lifted up the antlers anyway
Finding a place for them with the others,
All antlers except for one set of shark teeth
He bought at a movie theater,
He plodded back to the old farmhouse
Pausing to look at the dead squirrel hanging in the hedge tree,
“Entropy,” he thought to himself
As he got ready for church.