Epitaph For A Car by Rob Harle

I met a man who owned a car

an unhappy soul

tied down by bits of steel and glass,

I gave him my only pair of boots

and cautioned him to walk away.

I found them

cleaned and polished

in the backseat of his prison.

You fool

you fool I cried

and set his car on fire.

At last I knew he understood

as I watched him

walk towards the sunrise,

a smile upon his feet.