(c) Becky Deans 2012. I wrote this a couple of weeks ago!

The Road

We the undersigned

Shall patiently wait

For someone to die on this road.

We may

Check your speed in

Florescent jackets. But you will speed past.

Bollards to that!

We will

Listen to your revs of

Frustration, the tuneless thud of your

Music, the irritating buzz of your moped

And say nothing.

People will park

All over us. Box us in. And we shall

Squeeze down with pride.

We are the road now.