The metallic snake, so long and sleek
races along its trail
Predestined tracks it is cursed to follow
And follow it does,
beside roads riddled with mirage waters
Puddles that shine then flee
under the hot ember in the sky
The dusty ground tells sad stories to the sky
Hoping that it may conjure tears to fall
and wet its cracked skin
Black dried out piece of rubber
Once upon a time it helped a Chrysler travel this road
Till the rubber loss grip
and caused the whole journey to come to a halt,
leaving a well dressed man to wonder
and become a meal to the unforgiving wilderness

David Martin