En fin dikt som jag fastnade för, för flera år sedan, varför jag gjorde det vet jag inte.

Blue-painted and metallic animal,

Where on the amorphic tree of evolution

Did you arise?

You wait patiently in the lavender rain

And leaf-yellow April mist,
Your thin silver windshield wipers

Ticking mechanically

Across the transparent glass cornea

Of your cold and vacant eye.

Your pistoned heart chugs and throbs

And on your four round feet

Slowly you roll away

/Sylvia Plath