Anthropologists have yet
to explain
the motorway services
night workers tribe.
Those who emerge,
nylon clad
as the
traffic fades into
darkness following
pin pointed lights
along the white
lines
Oblivious to the
outside their
habitat is lit
by neon behind
the stainless steel
fonts and alters
where the burnt votive
offerings of
sausage
bacon
and
egg
compete with the
silence
for attention as
the gods
flag down
a
passing
dawn