It was a stampede of wheels
into a darkness
thick as sand.
The temperature sprayed heat
long past the drop
of sun.
Engines like the coyote’s scream
bring on chills.
The cars race to a spot
just beyond the edge of
nothing.
Wild songs dance with air.
Bottle tops rain onto
blacktop
where rubber burns with hell.
Everyone’s a mustang
saddled to a wheel.
Flash and speed
is the unchained beast.
