The Killing of a Sacred Deer

 Mother Nature has a hard time with our species. We move and scurry across the land like a cancer and destroy everything in our way. We are a scourge to the planet we call home. 

Every day we get into our cars and drive to destinations of capitalism in order to make money to be able to live in products of capitalism. We speed across highways purposefully laid on the paths of wild life because we can. Every now an again our paths cross one another and life is sadly taken away.

This time it was a deer.

And as I navigated my way around a center lane, trashed with two 18 wheelers and a compact car sandwiched in between, I couldn't help but feel grateful that it wasn't me. The driver of the compact car looked okay. The other drivers, looked okay. But the image of the deer on the very shoulder of the highway caught my eye.

I stared at the creatures black, lifeless eyes and wondered what thoughts it had as it made its way to the point of no return. It stared back at me as if to say "we all end up here eventually". I shuddered as I steered my car to the left to avoid the broken glass that littered the highway. There was no blood. No mangled remnants of a destroyed carcass. Just the remains of what used to be a beautiful creature. A thing of Mother Nature, that probably got lost on its way back to somewhere unknown. 

We all end up there eventually.