Slowly the cars ramble by,
unknowing of location or goal,
merely following,
wailing dog-pitched
frequencies trailing.

As phantoms raged
Beyond the opposite side
Without stopping intent
A piercing chill dawn
In steeds pushed up
Like columns on air:
Velocity angels outward
Onto the standing mob
Gazes that wait side by side
From safe distances brooding
And sullen with lust.