Have you ever sat on an unhurried train <br />And watched smile, after corkscrew smile <br />Painted thin on a puffy faced sky. <br /> <br />I have. <br />They put telephone cables underground now. <br />And call it progress. <br /> <br />Have you ever click clacked o’er viaducted valley <br />Whilst eyelined below, makers of methane <br />Freckle furiously on the skin of green. <br /> <br />I have. <br />But they rear cattle in sheds these days. <br />And call it progress. <br /> <br />Have you ever hugged the cosseting hill <br />With, in distant wollen view, bleating dandruff speck <br />Dawn tanned mountain scarps. <br /> <br />I have. <br />They plant land envenoming trees there now. <br />And call it progress. <br /> <br />Have you ever? <br />You have not! <br /> <br />Then scurry. <br />For progress only goes one way. <br />One loco motion <br />A cul de sac of traversed track <br />Routes singularly tentacular forward, <br />Never back.<br /><br />Prionsías Ó Canáin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loco-motion/
