The Road

The Road All along the road to that with no name Called victory when metaphored game Dubbed heaven in religious terms Supposes a hell and affirms Some great reck'ning In the future beck'ning Some moral accounting Good and bad amounting That speaks all before fair Validating battling despair Holds the hurting for what has been Assumes a standard as the mean Sounds the pound of pavement in misdirected slap Road mark and traffic sign a pedestrian trap Go for green or stop at red alarm Robots spelled with assumption's charm The crossing o'er gargoyles' graveyard The rush that race to sense retard The blare and boom of national bard The chariot's call, the race's card Accidental victim so predicted The collateral-damage afflicted Loss structurally instated And perpetuated by the self-inflated When arriving at the roll-call On whose weighing does your name fall Who the referee for your mismanaged match What distance foul from catch In whose book is your name a sign What colour noted or designated fine Where marked it's not about the bike But the ability to keep and strike The road ironies round competition Paradoxes its lack of mission Save with legal line and hardened tar Bringing home or carrying far SP