3 May 2012
'He hated roads. He loved the land. He tended to forget Or else he didn't understand That roads were how we met.
He loved long walks. He hated cars. He often put them down. Without them though, I'd have reached the Moon Before I reached his town.
Now that I've seen bad air pervade An atmosphere once sweet I wish the car was never made That drove me to his street.
Now that I've felt my world explode As I had not before I wish they'd never built the road That led me to his door.'
S.H
Roads • Opuss № I