Mountain Pass Poem by Gert Strydom

A overloaded, dilapidated bus
with its big loaded roof-rack
started swaying to and thro,
lost its tracking on the wet tarmac

and in a thunderstorm on a mountain pass
left the road, tumbling of the cliff's edge
as if tossed in the storm it occupants
were crushed, drowned

went down into the riverbed
without any sheltering
against the abyss
and impartially the water flows
carrying silt and whatever it can find
in a brown mud bath on, onto the sea.