Give it to us. We want it.
We won’t strip if for parts,
we will sit it down and scour
the brain of its cab for stories
about tarmac, dead trees,
the way clouds change shape
depending on your mood,
the smell of roadside bacon,
the folded corners of A-Z maps.
We will follow every line on its grill
back to the beginning.

© Carl Burkitt 2022