on a faraway island, there's a road,
in there, a roundabout that from above looks like a noose.
this road has a civilization on wheels
that always moves forward but gets nowhere.
a concrete cart carrying bricks and tools
to spread modernity's gospel to inanimate trees, heathen beasts
pulled by an army of morons and driven by some fools.
red wheels, yellow paint
civilization on a cart but its wheels are square
a roving city trapped in a circular road going nowhere
designed by those who claim to be wise men
built by those who could only count from one to ten.
a moving city of blind fanatics and sentimental fools
in the circular road, a roundabout that is shaped like a noose
on an old carriage that is falling apart
some nails are missing and most of its screws are loose.
doomed to move forward in a circle forever
setting nowhere.