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.