Okay, this is a full poem made up of haikus. Which sounds stupid when I type it. It even reads stupid. Can you even write a poem where the stanzas are haikus? In any case, not as beautiful as your original. A blank homage.


We're giants who take
the roads, create the roads, we're
tall living legends.

We see the edge of
the world, it's a horizon
stretching out for us.

Infinite, like the
roads, I saw us driving down
sunrise sunset all.

Just for us, humans,
men who can't sleep on asphalt
we smell the lost ghosts

Of hairpin turns and
free straightaways bleeding speed,
that's where we belong.

When I was dead, I
saw how we're too big for this
world, giants, tall

Living legends, mud
on my jeans, dirt on your cheek,
but we stride endlessly

Because it's ours, all
of it, boys born of the engine,
roads, sky, wanderlust.