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.