Huge buses on tiny country lanes
Roadworks popping up overnight
Are cautiously driven as it rains
Blocking ill-timed glaring lights
Capillaries of the city clogged
With traffic moving so slow
Circulation’s faltering
How could such traffic flow
Huge trucks following sat-navs
Up tracks too small to cope
Vast queues forming right behind
It’s all grinding to a halt
Throbbing veins of the city clogged
Embolising movement
The city’s still beating heart
Stifled with discontent
The selfish cut the others up
Thoughtlessly lane-changing
Their indication’s vague at best
Fatefully rearranging
Arteries of the city clogged
With far more stop than go
Cars cardiac arresting
Striking one last fatal blow
MAWH,
May 2018
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