A man who has railed
In his lifetime against Fate,
Offending (amongst others) Pallas Athene,
Finds himself standing
Beside a busy road.
In one hand he holds shopping.
The other leads to a lively dog.
He is dying (his dodgy waterworks) to piss.
Day follows night
With unrelieved monotony
Into a sort of Eternity.
And he waits, cross-gartered, while
The never-ending stream
Of cars, milk lorries and (deliverymen in) white vans
Speeds, first one way, then the other,
Oblivious to the Human Condition.