Embodied

Embodied By David J Walker As if I were a Ford or Chevy Or an Old’s 88 Classified by year and make and Model, registered and taxed and Licensed with the local government A product of an assembly line from the American Big 3 proudly adorned with Airplane like fins and flashy chrome bumpers Popular in my generation Parts interchangeable with the few That are still truly original but more likely Remanufactured to my specific Specifications Some admire the stressed and aged look That comes naturally with the milage Others like us restored down to the Last detail Keeping us in a garage, taking us Out on sunny weekends, showing us off At nostalgia shows playing the music we Can sing to. I used to name my cars as if they had a soul I remember them now as I pass a junkyards And wrecking yard where they disassembled, Used parts sold and the rest smashed into a Coffin like metallic wafer, the sent off to the Recycler.