As I coasted down a hill upon this scene, I was reminded of an image from an old Tarzan movie: The Elephant Graveyard.
When their teeth were too worn to eat anymore, the sagging elephants would pull themselves off into the jungle to the dying place. Their mammoth carcasses and skeletons stretched across the horizon.
Their days and long nights of pulling the goods of man back and forth across the landscape clearly over, these enormous machines have been left to slowly sink into the grass.
Their cave-like cabs, long inhabited, sit vacant high above the ground, the radio chatter and cigarette smoke long since drifted away.
Hollow eye sockets and gaping mouths, mighty diesel motors once hot now just inert lumps of greasy metal, tires and paint being worn away by the sunlight.
Tilted at uncomfortable angles, as though straining to pull their wheels out of the ground and struggle back onto the highway, only yards away.
All contents copyright Jeffery Blackwell 2011
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