Look at that truck's backside,
Chassis built like a metal I-beam house,
Four thick monstrous wheels wide,
We could stand on it together, hands clasped,
The springs wouldn't feel us,
Turn faces up to the sun as it rolls,
Noses never touch the choking exhaust,
If we are hit, we would never know it,
We would just plow on through,
To wherever that behemoth takes us,
Earth on Earth, me and you,
Until we stop,
To top it up again,
We'd deign to place our feet back on the ground,
Risking this world's inevitable pain.
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