Stuck behind bumper to bumper
held fast in neutral gear
Cars like piled cans, litter and sputter
grinding Satan’s mechanical jeer
Steaming freeway is on either side-
The cost of which may be life on earth-
Stressed motorists eyes collide
in hot stares where rage is birthed
Carbon monoxide soots angelic figures
above, choking softly, they soar away.
Steering wheels are clutched like triggers
Steel cages can words we can’t say
Just to get to work, all dither and din,
Just to get to the mall, or rat duty call,
For all this road rage, what does one win?
Can, or will anyone, remember a fresh Eden?
By: Christyl Rivers