Eight Cylinders, 305 Cubic Inches

My body was a 1980 Chevy El Camino

My hands were tread

On old dirt and rich gravel

 

My mouth was a constant radiator

Taking air and breathing fire

 

My heart was a block of metal with belts and pistons

Pushing forward up to

230 horsepower

I have now become old

Most other machines vehemently

Cast breeze over my shadow

 

I sit idly without claim

As Nature tries to comfort;

The grass beneath my casket

Grows wild and freely

Through the rust in my veins

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