I made an observation yesterday:
No matter where I went, it seemed to me
that drivers couldn’t tolerate delay
and used their horns to build cacophony.
Not once did I observe near accident
and never did I hear them used to warn,
but every other driver had intent
requiring, it seemed, the honk of horn.

Is there some folklore in a noisy rite?
Is it a charm for passages and light?
There ought to be a purpose to this noise,
a matter more than tantrums for the boys
and girls coerced to pilot these machines,
incarcerated, belting empty screams.