Toyota in the desert.
From a heat shimmering distance
It looked like a camp
Coming closer, no movement betrayed something
No flash of light
No glass in the car windows, no chrome
Nothing left. These were new cars
Stripped of everything. Everything.
Ali prised off with his knife
The Toyota emblem holder (emblem long gone)
Brought in for spares from Libya
Left belly down in the sand
In the sand- ten or twenty live rounds too
Casings shiny, the only living thing they left behind.