God of wander, blacktop river
Hunger, harsh and endless, see
his heralds in the highway signs
his hounds, the broken, cracking curbs.
Tracks of shattered sacrifices;
blackened clawmarks of dead tires
clinging to salvation's edges,
shards of riased and rankest rubber.
Dilligence and care the virtues
saving many from his hound teeth.
Confidence and nearly slumber
whet his need for blood and metal.
Feed him on your hopes and hurry,
Sate him, tales of destinations.
Passing safely, praise and tribute.
Cup in hand, salute the fallen.
Asphalt, give us storm and mercy.
Hear the hymn of engine humming,
shuddering from roof to tire.
This, our prayer for safe arrival.