Metallic cut-throat dynamos lacerate the atmosphere
with four rubber tyres burning black marks in the mud;
carbon copies of carbon colours as far as the eye can see –
a sea of alloy and glass. A mass of exhumed dinosaurs
pumped through thirsty fuel tanks, belched skyward,
to roar through a mountain range, on a poster,
in an advert, our image of ourselves let loose
with the power of the Gods; the last aspiration of man.