Going to work that day
after the sunrise that morning wore, I saw a heap
on the street, and a crow, before commuters could
conquer the morning air. What a scene!
 
[See, in last year’s act the law encouraged
frisking corpses to extract all clues,
all evidence that’s good to share ;-]

Soon it was time when the cops came
[hurrah!] for the crow and I to go,
without aim if not to see that bloke buried somewhere.

I pulled from the crowd to leave and withdraw into myself,
shut out what I’d seen, grieve silently for that heap,
and send a prayer.
Then I caught the first buxi
into town, and managed to reach Maseru on time.

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