Poem: "Unsaved."

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Mercedes stops
Window open
Listen up
To the sermon
From the speakers
Loud as light

Calm voice knows
God's grass will grow
With your water
Or without it
Prideful sinner
Do not doubt it

Driver turns
His narrow eyes
Mad and angry as a prophet's
Cold and silent as the grave
Glaring "Chevy,
You ain't saved."