Travelling Light

Free as the wind and the air they 
breathe they travel light whatever can 
fit into saddlebags and helmets don't 
nor do leathers. Hair flying in the 
wind, ears plugged with the gnarling
roar of the beast beneath them their 
choice is manifest; free to live as
unrestrained fortune-tamers. With 
bronzed and tattooed muscular arms 
bellies firmly seated on haunches they 
zestfully set out for adventure on wide 
open highways as they proceed phalanx 
after phalanx sans helmets, sans fear
free to court an obliging Angel of Death 
noting opportunity as motorcycles 
driven by speed fanatics claim their 
right to the road gambling the grisly 
misfortune of colliding with equally 
assertive vehicles recognizing the
challenge of undeterred speed and
the vainglorious conceit of those
prepared to risk all, the contest joined
as the road warrior cliques clash.