Vapour shroud, this land is the undersea.
Dead fox on the central reservation.
Ancient instincts have not evolved but then
the supposedly superior humans
come a cropper too, long tedious queue
says something is wrong, then the POLICE SLOW sign
white van ripped open like a sardine tin.
None of which helps to solve the old question
with Johnny Cash rolling to the rhythm
of an antique train eastward or south bound?