(Gifted or Cursed)

At rest
The cars in the street
looked peaceful.
They’d found a place to call home.

In truth
they’d been abandoned.
Left by those
who coveted them.

They could never develop
the human necessity
to understand
or
for that matter
any nesseccity at all.

In the darkness
of a wind-hallowed night
they are forever silent.

The remains of stoic guardians
(gifted or cursed)
with no memory
of their purpose.

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