Zone one, they must be lucky, rich, well travelled, or injured
Receiving first choice to enter a place not renowned for comfort
Making haste before being made to be hasty
Followed by hangers on, the poor, the unfortunate and those who just don’t care

Like cattle, sheep and any other animal, two by two
This is no Ark, this is just normal procedure and common ground
Filling a tube, already claustrophobic, filled with claustrophobics
Going in the same direction, the only direction and always being directed

In the end, there were none, not even a straggler or two, just none
Advantage taken, and received by those described as savvy
Sitting, pensive, desperate to be there and not here
Made to look like sardines, no matter what class, what tin or what destination