by Unknown
May 2010 493 Views 3 comments
Old Rusting Car
there it is
wasting in the sun:
a rotting whale.
the weeds grow around it like a disease,
around the drive shaft
and the wheel rotors,
and the old white-walls that hang there
like four withered stumps,
speaking of dust,
decay,
and terminal uselessness.
a swarm of bees have made their home
in the steering column
they buzz around
like a churchyard full of yammering old women,
arrogant and haughty
pointless in their projections
but vicious all the same.
they buzz around patrolling the dying demesne,
stinging
the unlucky passer-by,
like the old grease-smeared dog
who sniffs around
the unhinged door that grates in the wind,
looking for a place to piss.
no one knows when this old rusting car
was abandoned here,
amidst these slow movements of wreckage,
it just sits there,
wasting in the sun.
wasting in the sun:
a rotting whale.
the weeds grow around it like a disease,
around the drive shaft
and the wheel rotors,
and the old white-walls that hang there
like four withered stumps,
speaking of dust,
decay,
and terminal uselessness.
a swarm of bees have made their home
in the steering column
they buzz around
like a churchyard full of yammering old women,
arrogant and haughty
pointless in their projections
but vicious all the same.
they buzz around patrolling the dying demesne,
stinging
the unlucky passer-by,
like the old grease-smeared dog
who sniffs around
the unhinged door that grates in the wind,
looking for a place to piss.
no one knows when this old rusting car
was abandoned here,
amidst these slow movements of wreckage,
it just sits there,
wasting in the sun.
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Posted: May 2010
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This started as political allegory, but ended up an exercise in pure imagery. I think! ;)Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (3)
I am intrigued by the weeds grow around it, like a disease,. For me, this statement transformed junk into something entirely different. Thank you for sharing.