There are workers on the A1 (M)
Widening the road to Leeming and beyond.
All the old certainties are gone:
The exits that we used to know – don’t look for them.
Anxious though we are to get from a to b,
A 50 mile limit tames us all;
Punto and Porsche are made equal
For the rear of Eddie’s truck is all we see.
Beyond the hills of earth and warning signs,
We glimpse the fields and look ahead in vain;
Here are dumper trucks and pipes and cranes
And cones and cones and cones in two-tone lines.
All this to satisfy our need in coach or car
To be elsewhere instead of where we are.