Junkyard

Haunted metal husks,

Waiting

like road kill

for carrion

to pick their bones.

Still steel, as

muddy rust

slowly eats

the memories.



Residue of past

images

dissipates

into breaking

day gray

sky.

The battle scarred

forklift

looms

like a giant

guard over

their confinement:

as if they could escape

the heavy jaws

of crushing

cannibal

that waits

to reduce

them to

waste.

One day,

they’ll return

but we’ll not

recognize them

as we travel along

life’s endless road.