Road To Eternity - Ian Duquemin

Upon the blacktop came his end
His leathers torn like paper skin
A screaming engine drowned the sound...
As bones cracked from within
The chrome and steel horse he rode
Bucked and kicked its way to hell
Spitting bits of broken tire
Its breath a burning rubber smell
Bloody oil on Tarmac dried
Machine and man lie side by side
1957 passed... And death was such a blast

Ian Duquemin