In Passing

Death comes in the form
Of a blue Ford on the highway
Headlights staring down your windshield
Pin your gaze to dew-washed windows
And your teeth are clenched in tension
As your throat is opened widely
In a silent screaming horror
While your steed entombed in steel rushes
Headlong down the asphalt
As your opponent's car approaches
From the other side of terror
And your instincts all have frozen
In its blinding burning headlights
And the seconds come in flashes
And your body's chilled with ice flow
And you feel you're driving faster
And your death speeds up to meet you-

The blue Ford coasts on down the highway
Horn resounding behind your tail lights
As if in mocking
As if in passing.

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