COLLISION...by George W Kiwanuka

Besides that hard concrete pavement, where the new city flowers thrive
They collected what was left of her, packed in a blood dripping black plastic body bag
Hurriedly bundled onto a garbage truck so as not to stain the freshly washed police van
The tarmac was hard scrubbed to wipe away her obliterated beauty
48 hours after her thick red blood had seeped through the light layers
Into the earth’s eager open mouth

The drunk motorist who had transformed her into a road kill statistic
was on the wrong road side when he swept her off her feet
Always having lived by the narrow right path, her end echoed her school years
often punished with the naughty despite pleas of innocence,
Death had fetched and defiled her from the right side of the road
that scorching hot Tuesday evening

Death had caught her in a hurry, back from church counselling
Rushing to her son’s school to collect the child, bearing news for him
elated at the news that he would soon have a sister
Today, years on, a lucrative fuel station stands on the spot where we lowered her to rest
There’s little trace of her name, carved into stone
And pressed into the cold insatiable earth.
George Kiwanuka @Georgewkiwanuka


Source of photograph; https://www.dailyo.in article

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