Moaning Down Kemp Road

Moaning Down Kemp Road
for C.B.

could hardly support herself
her grief so great, her legs so weak
moaning aloud as she passed
moaning down Kemp Road
she’d have fallen
were it not for who walked with her,
a shoulder to lean on, or who joined her,
an arm about her waist
her son died today
you knew it was death, had no details
heard later, a motor cycle crashed
it was her son, died on the spot
unable to live with broken ribs
a broken neck
young mother wept and wept
in sharp contrast
to her passing, cussing
in skimpiest outfits
one late late night she went by
f the party she did not support
f them, she cursed loudly
upper body stripped down to white bra
bra as white as the night was dark
barking out cuss words
after midnight, after elections
her party lost...she lost her son today
she wept, would not be,
could not be consoled
a mile or more to walk to where,
son she loved, crashed his motor bike
popped his neck
popping most likely on a wet street
it rained today
sweets can kill us, proved that today,
joy-riding to Jericho
unable to joy-ride back


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
11:31 p.m. 25/10/07