MOBILE COFFINS
they were off
to bury their brother,
when it crashed
and killed their mother
others were merry
to a wedding,
when it fell from a descent
and they slept forever
the hearse crashed
with a corpse in it,
the driver died on the spot
the corpse returned to the mortuary
unharmed
our mobile coffins
on four wheels
high speeds,
carry the dead
and Kill the living
Labels: accidents, poems od loss, poetry from Zimbabwe
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