A workday morning

Going to work that day
after the sunrise that morning wore, I saw a heap
on the street and a crow, before commuters could
change the morning air. What a scene!

[See, in last year’s act the law encouraged
frisking corpses to extract all clues,
all evidence 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.
This is my prayer.

I caught the next buxi into town,
and managed to reach Maseru on time.