CARS

by woodpeeker

Posted to Poetry on 2001-11-15 19:10:00

CARS

Too many cars? Or worse, not enough?
How many cars? More than the stains in a dead hourglass.

What’s good about ’em? They feed and move teeming masses who otherwise, given the sheer numbers, would pile up into twisting limbotic unsurety. Ah, then they are air circulators! Good.

What will become of them? Nothing, why? What, now you’d like them to start becoming?
Well, eventually they will, no doubt somehow, become low-grade ore deposits in some new cretaceous-like development. Of course we’ll all be so much older then…


But who would mine that, really. Maybe some distant future wise cars, as they shed their skins…
The extracted associated carbon deposits (from us, i guess) would provide added firepower for the forge, making it sparkly like the fourth! Oh, they’ll surely love the independance!

Well, if the dinosaurs come back someday, won’t they be too big for cars? Yes, it will be trucks only at that point. And what will they haul? Well, maybe any dead cars. Or each other, in the really big trucks. And of course their monster truck rally videos for entertainment.

No, no, no, that’s all wrong.
Cars are fine, you just have to trust them.