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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