Ghost Buses – Lorna Sugden

Ghost Buses – Lorna Sugden

The buses are running,

And this time, they are on time,

Because all the traffic

Is no longer there.

But the drivers keep driving,

Making stops at empty shelters,

At empty depots.

Where did all the people go?

Or are they still there?

Slumped on seats,

Blank eyed, faces pale,

Riding on ghost buses.