As it comes rolling towards me,
As it thunders ahead through every barrier,
swinging massive head in hypnotically slow wag.
Bits of car hang from matted beard,
chrome bumpers and side doors glint through dust
in no formation around it;
All I can do is watch. What else is there?
Smelled out, over the years,
over the space of light years,
he had discovered me,
and he meant to have me.