Mechanized Death
The hellish machine ground him to hamburger
The gears ground him down, then out
What the machine spit out resembled nothing human
The vise trapped her head and deformed it like a sideshow freak
In the blink of an eye, the machine had him
The gears gobbled him and he was gone
The man crumpled across the hood of the car
He stepped in front of the speeding train and was gone
Tied to the train tracks, she struggled to free herself
The subway train smashed her to pieces
What the train trampled, no doctor could put back together
The steamroller paved him into a human pancake
The bus ground the child under its wheels for an entire city block
The body became a mangled wreck under those eighteen wheels
His eyes went wide as the machine bore down on him
The truck jackknifed and careened toward the gas station
The truck took him for a ride under its wheels
The semi pulped him to paste at sixty miles an hour
The big eighteen-wheeler smashed into him
He became pulped paste under those eighteen wheels
A horror of pulped brains and ground meat slid off the wheel
The flattened face wept eyes and teeth from the heavy wheel
Blood and bones became grisly Jell- as the big rig paved over him
Pulped brains dripped off the big rig's wheels
The car made the child a crimson smear that cried no more
An oil slick of blood greased the highway
Black rubber left a bloody trail behind the fleeing vehicle
Frail as matchsticks, the old woman rode over the windshield
The blind old fool was going to run us down
He didn't even honk, just hit him, and kept on going
The car hit fast, but death came slow
The icy road ripped the car's control out from under him
A madman sat behind the wheel, his brain humming death
She flew through the shattered windshield into the night
Oblivious, he backed into the plane's propeller and became pink mist
The tire collapsed in a hissing rumble
The Jeep faltered badly, then went over the cliff
He fought the skid, losing control as the car drifted wide
The Devil himself could not have driven that car any better
He pushed the witness off the curb and into an early grave
Nothing screamed “accident” more than a failed brake line
The child became a bloody smear across my windshield
The whole point of “hit and run” was to get away with it
He tapped the brakes, only to find they'd been cut
The car sailed over the cliff onto the uncaring rocks below
The car cruised off the pier into death's silent waters
The driver panicked and swerved into a tree
He slammed his brakes on black ice and sent the car into a tailspin
He pumped the accelerator and headed for the cliff
I hit the gas, then him
The bumper took him low and hard, rolling him over the hood
The old lady flew over the windshield, an airborne sack of broken bones
I tried to brake, but too late
The cars crashed in a grinding shriek, then burst into flame
The wheels of mechanized death paved over his life
The hot rubber of death left tire tracks on his soul
The car crushed him, smashing him out of existence
The impact threw her into a ditch to lie bleeding like roadkill
The black van ran them down while the driver laughed