Tachometer, gallons of gas not liters

Spinning out of control, a strobe, disco balls

Mirrored lights, reflecting glass

Red dribbling, voices shivering

A congested road, honks and horns

Metal clanking, trapped among thorns

Disoriented, voices unheard

Hands of mud, feet of dirt

Wheels rolling, metal unfolds

So bold and so cold

Beep, lines jumping

White coats all around, heads thumping

Questions so blurry

A jury, a decision

Body plenty of incisions

A Thumping gavel

Remembering the gravel

Nightmares sprouting

Fearful shouting

Lost but not forgotten

Behind bars, so rotten

Life ends, life begins