The Ultimate

A car witnessing a Buddhist monk who burned himself to death in protest.

Heavy and sturdy, built to withstand.
Uncrushable, immortal,
Metal welded in a matchless breed.
Torn from its heart its source of fuel
The blood of the engine spilt across the street,
Used and abused, a disaster.
Cars, known for murders,
The nightmare of millions,
Yet ripped from its belly
Its stomach and energy juices
Unable to chug along any longer.
Glass reflecting,
Melting, warping from the heat,
Scars of ash coughed on its sides,
Rubber tires drenched with its lifeblood
Drained to ignite and claim another
In deliberate fashion.
Gone.