Life After Death
I am living proof of life after death.
Weakened and not yet at full power,
My heart beats in a quieter rhythm
than when you were alive.
I have been making the necessary repairs.
Hammering out the dents.
Checking for a spark.
Watching the gauges.
Listening for a hum or a ping.
Polishing the fenders.
Perfuming the interior.
I would rev up the engine, but I
wait 'til someone turns me on.
Copyright © Lynn Simms | Year Posted 2009
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