road rage

you fear
the open road.
the tail
gaters, and
angered
red faces
pushing, pushing
towards
someplace they
need to be.
over the limit,
cursing,
pressing forward,
sneering as
they pass.
inches from death
with each
hit of the pedal,
swerving,
wandering through
the lanes, not
allowing to
fall back, but
only to pass
and pass and pass.
who are they,
where do they need
to be. are they
that cluesless
to what death
on the highway
could be.