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What is the story of a bra jettisoned
on the white lines in the centre of a road
eyed by a bevy of starlings on a telegraph wire
while green wheelie bins line up
on a mucky grass verge
like recycled squaddies at ease
or lazy cut-price Easter Island statues?
our parents used to exhort us
to always wear clean underwear
to spare our blushes
in the event of emergency personnel
having to intervene
when some inattentive motorists
unseated us from our bikes
bish bash bosh
if you're free a week Thursday afternoon
why don't we start to dig up
the clogged-up motorways
then do the same to their feeder roads
and the unclassified roads
and any slither of poor
potholed tarmac or concrete
for they are teeming and pollutant
not the fresh air and ideas
of the caravans from the Middle East
the old books promised us
instead we gag on the rank fumes
of millions of vehicles going nowhere
very slowly in the congestion of our lives