Complements Poem by Victor OKechukwu

Two men steeply gravitating real quickly down to the valley of Rest-in-peace,
The feeble, bespectacled intellectual elite hired his stronger neighbor less privileged than he
to sit behind his own wheel and steer their common motion.
Yet this boss is as restless as his driver,
Keeping watch lest they jostle against another and they be gone too soon.

When suddenly the countenance of the sky fell,
The clouds wore a malignant visage and crouched so low as a fiend in the way of the wayfarers
And a large truck beside farted thunderously such a messy, choking gas;
So were the two men baptized in the dark lethal haze…

And they arrived. Or did they?