on   a   trash   heap

The old motor is silent
& battery drained

My spark plugs have corroded
& chassis needs a change

This vehicle is at a standstill
far from any freeway

On a cracked, bug-infested windshield
a marker states:
that your vehicle is parked unlawfully.

Shortly thereafter, a tow truck hauls
this clunky body away

Stripped of valuable parts,
I am melted down
then reincarnated
into a gaudy behemoth

sure to experience
a similar fate.

Ron: So this is how we end up – on the trash heap of history?
Lis: Essentially. Feels weird to know that we are on a mountain of bones, eh?
Ron: We have to make peace with our own skeletons. Sometimes that's not easy.
Lex: We should thank the skeletons of the past for allowing us to experience this moment.
Once we have a sense of gratitude, peace becomes effortless.