“The Superstition” by W.S. Merwin

The cars are disappearing

and we were told they were real

they were only what we though of them

we were taught that they were beautiful

but we forgot them

we believed they were strong

but they were hauled away

we thought they would take us anywhere

but they had to stop

we thought they were fast and we have left them far behind

we believed they would save our lives

and we gave our lives for them

thinking they were worth it

we watched them pass with no beginning no end

glass on all sides

we dreamed of them and we woke

with the headlights flying through us