Your hands were absolutely beat to shit -
knuckles swollen, scraped, wounded.
The dirt -
greased-in, grooved-in, ground-in
defying the morgue technician.
Marked by ten thousand carburetors -
unnumbered brake cylinders,
gaskets, catalytic converters,
gears, clutches, axles.
Scarred by a million immovable nuts
I remember you uncoupled at age 60
and never able to escape the despair.