highway

impregnated by the smell of burning rubber,
sweat and tears sticking to our skin, manipulation,
destruction, disappearing down the hot highway night
for a permanent vacation.

oil and spilled gasoline, the stench of rot,
blacker than the stygian halls whose wroth we wrought,
blood and death, the shibboleth
of our apocalypse can not be taught.

creation, drenched in the nectar of decay,
before the ending of all light, collapsing
through the smoking ruins of the day,
choking, our veins spilling out across the earth

the wheel turns, the road yearns,
the world dies, the world burns.