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 every turn there is another lamp
Till just outside the city
The public power grid stops
And the road breaks free
Into the country it goes
And never looks back
Because even though it’s as dumb as asphalt
It knows that through the darkness it must go