The streetlamps hum with electricity
And throw from their faces a dull yellow glow
Like jars of old piss with candles behind them
The street takes it, for it has no where else to go
At every bend and turn there is another lamp
and another
Till just outside the city
The public power grid stops
And the road breaks free
Down to two lanes
Into the country it goes
And never looks back
Only forward
Because even though it is dumb as asphalt
it knows
That through the darkness it must go