The Road to the Mount

Dear road to the Mount
What have they done to you?
Did they seek permission to rip your anatomy
And tunnel through your bowels?
I see cranes reaching inside you
But cannot estimate the loss of normalcy
You have never been keeping well
Ever since they tied your legs into a clover
Your eye: a behemoth of Gothic horror
Didn’t your Mahavishnu raise any issue?
Or the usual agents from the tower,cower?
Mother of paths, they are your scraping your skin
And they tell me it is for the good
I am willing to believe them grudgingly because
For years you have carried us up and sewage below
Trains now will keep waste company.
Get well soon road to the mount,
million wheels wait without diversions.

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