Flesh twists like sheet metal,
Bones shatter like glass.
Blood drips like gasoline,
Onto the fresh cut grass.
The sharpened teeth shred the door,
Cries fill the air.
One look in the trapped mans eyes,
Fills me with despair.
The car forms a coffin,
Around the body; once a man.
In its hand, tightly clinched,
Rests an empty beer can.
