For question, chose which category of poetry matches the excerpt or poem.

When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve --death, that is how it happens.
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Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire.
I stop the car
and carry him into the bushes.

(1 point)

• Poetry of Spirit
• Poetry of Place
• Poetry of Nature
• Poetry of Self