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.