Mechanical Angels

Cinderblocks, every wheel lifted into heaven
Axle cracked, and all of its safety glass shattered
No gas cap, instead he would stuff this rag inside it
Loose tail pipe, odometer pointing toward the twilight
Toward all the angels nodding and
folding their wings before the decline of day

Heartless car, your broken down engine, ruined pistons
Smallest star, part of the biggest constellation
Curling horns emerge from the foreheads of all the mechanics
Mechanical angels, chosen,
tucked in by virgins, met with a spectral charm

Headlights out.