Oh The Winter Cars


 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh the winter cars tucked asleep
wake them carefully, brushed
with fragile pieces of the frozen deep

these return to us with swift thrusts
of broom and sweep, hidden
beneath a crust of ruined sugar we

transform by eye and creep around
not so merrily until the
world’s revealed the crystal sleek

becomes tin and chrome
the engine growls, the alien takes hold
the invasion so bold

we do not stop to speak
in tones
for which we have lost the faculty

©Dean Baker

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