Nose to tail grazing
cars sniff each other
like dogs on heat,
their owners restless, confined
waiting for the next excuse me roundabout
disorderly speeding entry and exit;
farting exhausts add to the ambience
of furious delay,
all sorts of imagined incursions
of assumed priorities,
valued expected space.
These are the beasts of burden
with their armchair promises
of fleeting fulfilment.
The herds will move on
to graze and moan alone in the crusher's yard
killer squeezed at the end of a particular dream,
bones broken unceremoniously
while the occupants find
other fresh fields - freshen up their lives
with babies, dogs, plans for fitness
still pining for discontents.