Come closer, step right up. The Dead Man can tell you a few things
about spectacle. Behold the beast’s broken chariot, ripped apart
by jaws of steel. You heard me right, my friend, dinosaur jaws.
See how the engine sits so nicely in the lap of the automobile?!
Touch the wheel, it’s still vibrating from the impact. They say
it will never stop reverberating. The Dead Man knows just a little
about shockwaves. This here is where the great bird descended
in a swirl of rain. Into which our hero was carried. I was there
to watch them vanish into the storm. You should have heard
the thunder. Come closer. Look carefully and you may discover
one last piece of vacation debris. The car was a swatted piñata,
a hornets’ nest after the shotgun blast. The road festooned
for the parade. Here come the trucks, the sirens, the curious
souls who keep spilling from their cars, hoping against hope
to see the Dead Man one more time before he dies.