"The Key"

Sitting in an Impala
in the city junkyard

tires not flat
and windows up

somewhat safe
fenced-in lot

surrounded
by rows of dusty cars

this car a new arrival
with an impound ticket

glove compartment open
containing a black book

I'll read later
every word in blood red

as this sick world steals
all that is right

reversing it
into all that is wrong

everything rewritten
by a hand in the dark

slapping my memory
I forgot my glasses

in my apartment top floor
on the corner of Main and Done

I'll have to go back
into the burning streets

helicopters circling
fanning the flames

playing loud speakers
Give-up or Die

I bow my head
for some way out

suddenly noticing
a key in the ignition...