Inhumane Traffic

It’s strange the impact that these moments have
As, silently congealing in our cars,
We feel somehow abject, dehumanised,
And in that moment that is what we are:
Mute and seething that we couldn’t save
Time on roads much worse than realised.
Still, this is not as bad as it could be:
Our tyres are safe; the traffic soon will clear;
No car bombs wait for us to turn the keys.
But think: we’ve wasted hours, we’ve wasted years…
I’d like to blame my friend who said to go
This way, but I’ll admit that I got lost.
The urge to fume does not offset the cost –
And so I’ll take the blame for this one, Joe.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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