Like a stalled Model –T
With wheels firmly entrenched
Defiantly carving
Its efforts, all for not

Muddied inclines
Glisten mockingly
Through the daybreak rain
As the zenith
Mournfully whimpers
Beyond my caring reach

Like broken tank tracks
Undone by the scourge of war
Billowing hellfire
That prances
Through night and day

With all I have
I strain, I strive for the hatch
Or boil forgotten
In a cauldron of sure demise

With nothing left
I foolishly remain
Fated to rust
In the gradual passage of time

Like contorted steel
Left to sour
In the August sun