Coming To A Standstill Poem by Gert Strydom

One rain Cape winter day
when with my BMW
I come through the mountain passes
on my way to my home in Pretoria

and the wind does blow stormy
a luxury bus did drive
right in front of me
and nowhere
I could pass it

and when eventually I got an opportunity
I had to gear down
and use the full power of the six-cylinder engine
to pass the colossus
that was swaying to and fro.

When I stopped with my BMW
at a fuel station in Beufort West
ambulances, the police
and fire brigade did rush past

and the fuel attendant told me
that the particular bus went down the abyss,
that it was going at speed
and lies broken down in a ravine.