The City Mortuary Poem by Job Ombati

Ever watchful
Ever patient
Like the Nile serpent
she lies
Wise
Waiting waiting
For the next visitor.

Never loved
And she knows it
The furtive glances you throw her
A quickening of pace
The infrequent visits
Involuntary, at best
The holding of nose
All, never miss her unblinking eye.

The game you play
Seek and hide
She knows it
With relish she too plays it
Though, longer than you.

Your game is, child play
Her play, the waiting game
She holds her card
Close to her chest
She keenly studies
The diletions of your eyes
The unobtrusive twitching on your face.

She waits!

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