Free agents, this is how we made our way,
our used car swerving¹ through the new estates².
It was late springtime and the fields of oil-seed rapeflashed out their yellow signal to the sky.
We travelled incognito³ and we didn’t cast a vote.
Night found us parked up on some empty beachto watch the moon come clear and fade.
The European flag was everywhere—twelve stars
encircling nothing on a ground of midnight blue.The cities had no feature and the landscape had no soul.
Girls waved from the corner as we hit the open road,
our every exit covered by a camera on a pole.