Fume-glossed, unbearably shrill,
this car is dilated with a glaze
that will vanish before standstill—
and here’s the youth swimming in space
above his whiplash motorcycle:
quadriplegia shows him its propped face—
after, he begged video scenes
not display his soaking jeans,
urine that leathers would have hidden
and the drag cars have engines on their engines.
— Les Murray (b. 1938), Australian Poet.