The Iron Graveyard

Mourning columns of twisted steel, shattered windows where blood congeals White knuckles still grip the wheel, tragic trophies I collect with zeal No one walks in reverence, malodorous decay offers offense Tangled in the metal hull... your corpse ferments Patrolling the roads with pleasure and pride My job: seeking wreckage and people who've died Vehicular slaughter that none can abide Towed to my yard and sanctified Rusting monuments to recklessness, bucket seats stained by septic mess Ichor and oil mix to opalesce, your demise, I repossess Engine blocks splattered with brains, guts on axles, a twisted skein Vinyl interiors festooned with... your remains Patrolling the roads with pleasure and pride My job: seeking wreckage and people who've died Vehicular slaughter that none can abide Towed to my yard and sanctified Wrecked! Smashed! No one leaves the Iron Graveyard Crushed! Crashed! No one grieves the Iron Graveyard Burnt! Torched! No one tends the Iron Graveyard Charred! Scorched! Your dead end the Iron Graveyard Charbroiled skin flakes onto the seats Vitreous bodies boiled from the heat Femurs shattered by metallic chunks Flesh drips in deliquescent hunks A mausoleum of steel and bone, death stacked high upon the loam A four-wheel coffin funeral home, my automotive catacomb Flesh embalmed by gasoline, chrome imbued with putrescine A gleaming show finish that's so... cadaverine Patrolling the roads with pleasure and pride My job: seeking wreckage and people who've died Vehicular slaughter that none can abide Towed to my yard and sanctified Wrecked! Smashed! No one leaves the Iron Graveyard Crushed! Crashed! No one grieves the Iron Graveyard Burnt! Torched! No one tends the Iron Graveyard Charred! Scorched! Your dead end the Iron Graveyard