Heaven For A Car
This is the Auto Graveyard,
Where cars all come to die,
Their torn and tattered metal flesh,
Is enough to make you cry.
A victim of an accident,
In which the car got bashed,
Where once the car was streamlined,
Now it just resembles trash.
Life continues round about,
It is a leafy, sylvan glade,
The irony of ‘death’ beneath
The maples sheltering shade.
© Caro Ness 2017

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