Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Gear Slip

Into the desert we did drive,

The two of us on a joy ride.

I'm the only one to survive.

My companion so sadly died.

He got out and went on ahead.

Somehow, I still don't understand,

I ran over him, crushed him dead.

No humans since have I come on.

There comes cold night, there comes hot day,

A bunch of years have come and gone,

Just stuck here and rusting away.

Sittin' here on the desert floor,

This old pickup picks up no more.