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The rolling highway,
Endless asphalt,
With racing cars,
Plodding along.
As they barely move,
When compared to the space,
That exists in the universe.
They have such speed,
For their time,
For their space,
That is the most important,
In the universe.
And what lies on either side,
What lies on and alongside them,
What lies on the asphalt,
As their tires roll and slide,
As they fly by.
Restaurant and business,
Both lie in decay.
With the ever-telling sign,
Of boards and broken windows,
Empty parking lots,
Overgrowth of grass.
It is another sight,
We often pass.
What lies in abundance?
Carcasses and corpses.
Of domesticated animals,
Both owned and stray.
Of wild animals,
Who whether or not recognizable,
Will be on the vulture’s buffet.
The vultures tower,
High in the sky.
They look tiny from below,
We look tiny from above.
As we crawl along,
At a sluggish pace.
They scour what remains of the highway,
But not much remains in place.
The auto parts stores,
They are endless.
Outnumbering even the roadkill,
As they lie on display,
For the vulture’s buffet.
The auto parts stores give us hope,
That not all will lie in ruin.
As we roll by.
That there will be more to this highway,
Than the racing cars,
And the vulture’s buffet.