This bus rolls through the countryside
The sun slowly setting through parted clouds
The longest trip yet taken comes to a close
I am heading back home
I listen to my music for the first time in many days
I am reminded of what I will return to
I shudder to think of it again
The keeping alive
What I do to them
And not for them
I pass villages on a local bus
No one knows or cares about our expensive bags
It is past six
Everyone is home
Spending time with their dearest
Hanging clothes out to dry
Laughing and hugging
They live in another impoverished world
But aren’t they rich?
To love so freely?
To wave and honk at any passer by?
Neither implying or seeking anything but a hello
Sam says his sister died because her belly swelled up
Said that it happens sometimes, the effect of black magic
They took her into the hospital and they said there was nothing inside her anymore
As everyone does
Might that not be better?