Another Random Accident Victim Poem by Job Ombati

Besides him;
it was said,
were oranges in a net bag,
a broken umbrella
and
a packet of chips;
for the girl.

He lay sprawled
on the hot black asphalt road.
He had a twisted hand
and a scraped leg.
But the face;
it was said,
had a glow,
a certain defiance;
an almost contemptuous contentment.

The shoes;
it was said,
worn-out at the soles,
frayed at the seams;
were collected to him.
Nondescript:
the verdict read.
No ID was found on him,
but a frazzled picture:
he in the middle,
an inscription at the back read:
Dearest, Boy and Mum -
At Mumbuni ABC Church.

But something doesn't add up.
The convoy of vehicles;
all - top of the range!
The casket;
imported wood
and of deep mahogany.
Mourners in stylish black
fascinators
and dresses.
The defiant look remains;
defying the streams of tears,
on the girl's cheeks.

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