I wondered what all the fuss was about and went to see the euro road.
Nice new tarmac, painted white lines, weeds grew though the pavement, the lights didn’t work.
I turned every junction, dead ends.
Talking Heads, ‘I’m on a road to nowhere.’
Raccoon City limits.
The Steve Miller Band, ‘Take the money and run.’
I heard rustling in the bushes, caught glimpses, robot movements, shapes.
Euro Clones. They whispered words and waited.
A figure came along the road.