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
