Hymn to Plenty More World After You

Trucks roar up the roads.
It’s like a refrain.
It could be a hymn

To the modern world,
But how long will it
Still be modern world?

Trucks roar up the roads,
Wherever’s got roads,
Refined fossil fuels,

Combustion engines,
And wheels, lots of wheels,
Inflatable wheels.

Trucks roar up the roads,
Carrying supples,
And have done so since

Before you were born.
Back and forth, trucks roar.
In the countryside,

Where it’s otherwise
Pretty quiet, birds
Singing and all that,

Roars are intrusive,
And you wish they’d go.
But then, without trucks,

How would supplies reach
You and yours? Hymns roar
Like trucks up the road.

They’ll all fall quiet
Soon, true, but maybe
Not so soon as you.