Nature’s Forces
Bundled warm, I walked out on the trackless snowy plain
Where once some avenues had run that soon would be again
And standing in the centre of those icy windswept courses
Pausing in their intersect controlled by nature's forces
Wondered at our mass surrender of vitality and will
And the futile banal triumph of our technologic skill.
There amid the frozen wasteland
Blinking in the frosty blight
Shining on, shining order, shining ever bright
Forbidding Red, Permissive Green, Cautious Amber light
Each its legal message throwing
through the snowbound night
Rhythmically controlling nothing, telling no one what is right.