free agents, this is how we made our way,
our used car 1 through the new 2.
it was late springtime and the fields of oil-seed rapeflashed out their yellow signal to the sky.
we travelled 3 and we didn’t cast a vote.
night found us parked up on some empty beachto watch the moon come clear and fade.
the european flag was everywhere—twelve stars
encircling nothing on a ground of midnight blue.the cities had no feature and the landscape had no soul.
girls waved from the corner as we hit the open road,
our every exit covered by a camera on a pole.