your new direction

You are the fallen one,
corroding where you dropped
you are flaking paint and rust
leaking your chemicals
into the thirsty ground
You have been patient
did what you've been told
but they never gave you what you needed
You were abused and neglected
like so much outdated machinery
For so long
you were torn in so many directions
and now you are unmovable
fused to the dirt
Now, you wear the scars of vandals
and the graffiti of the bored
Your new direction is down
and slowly
as fast as you can off-gas and crumble
There is no leaving this town
you couldn't if you tried
your engine is full of sludge
and broken-down dreams
Your tank is full of powdery moths
and shaky spiders
You are beyond a flat tire
you are an angry eyesore of a machine
silently blaspheming all of nature
all of mankind
and every hateful bird.