Cascading down the highway's back Car's nestled in their grid-like stack On clouded sky appears...a crack Time stopped along it's twisted track stoplights stopped; no green nor red curtains drawn on unmade bed Not a thing was heard; Not a word was said The end had reared her ugly head. But something stirred; one thing remained A loud beating heart that was still self contained In a webbing of tissue and organs and teeth Nestled in earth like an organic sheath This was the footprint of God's greatest image The only Thing left from their very last scrimmage That stopped the earth turning 360 degrees A fine testament to humane expertise.