I have come across this poem by Tom Paulin. I think it is wonderful. What does everyone else think about it?

A steady flow,
Like continuous rain,
Of cars go
Along the busy road.

Each a world contained
On wheels
Driven by combustion engine:
Petrol driven; axle turning,
Enclosed in steel,
A mini-universe restrained

By economic fact,
By rules and Government Act:
The Masters of their Universes
Flowing like water from crevices.