There is a 

fraction of a millisecond 

that occurs right before the 

snarling, 

slathering maw 

and the blinding, 

razor-bright eyes 

of a car 

skids the scarlet and unending 

insides of a 

deer 

into something 

nearly indistinguishable 

from the rotting, squishy pavement.

And in that fraction of a millisecond, 

that deer 

is closer to 

God 

than any 

pastor, 

priest, 

preacher, 

or prophet 

could ever dream. 

Because car and crucifixion are one and the same.