The old blue Commodore <br />Parked casually on the grass in the backyard <br />The lackluster patina of corrosion <br />Oozing from every rusty pore <br />Steel viscera exposed <br />For examination of boys <br />Clasping the ubiquitous symbol of maleness <br />The stubby cooler <br />Wrapped around the liquid symbol of their manhood <br />The beer <br /> <br />They talk <br />And drink <br />Tinkering with the car and their place in the world<br /><br />Elizabeth Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/steel-symbols/
