The terms we use can be deceiving.
This one would have us believing
asphalt is to blame when tempers flare.
What power does an on-ramp wield
to force a driver not to yield,
then cause the Interstate to glare?
And when a lane and street converge,
do fights break out when there’s no merge?
Does one of them lay on the horn?
At traffic lights when cars don’t halt,
it’s not a piece of gravel’s fault
and doesn’t justify the scorn
we place on things that do not breathe,
that never swear, or sit and seethe,
or have an anger we can gauge.
And so, to end this ode of mine,
I’ll be so bold as to opine
it’s time to call it Human Rage.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 2/23/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings to write a “personification” poem.