Collier Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Collier



Collier, coil, oil, roll, lie, rile!
Impounded,
Commander!
The corpse,
Frozen in the cold.
Strict, district!
Awaiting autopsy;
Police investigations,
Commander!
Robbers killed a taxi driver;
And now, the corpse awaits an autopsy.

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