Peterborough to Norwich (Rail replacement bus)

Grumpily we roll bumpily along the frozen grey river
flanked by bold political placards issuing directives in primary colours.
Lungs turned inside out are scattered on the landscape.
Rising from the fading evidence of a snow man massacre,
android giraffes, buried up to their necks, stretch high to avoid potential accidents.
Behind them giant metallic monsters, their 6 arms weighed down by invisible shopping,
queue into the distance.
The giant torch, on full beam, makes everything spill its ink.
Above the paused explosion on the horizon
crystal clear water is scratched by the trail of upside down ships.
Clusters of deep 3d arrows point upwards
as a crowd forms to cheer us along
their thin little brittle brown arms waving in the air.

While the fallen ladders lay unused and rotting.