By Shem Onderi It is dirty,Collecting filth of every kind.See how waste clings to metal, carried milesBefore it lets go.Mud cakes beneath the bus—some for months. Sometimes, the underside gathers a decomposing carcass,Dragging it for miles, through town,Into the bus park, trailing fragments,Scattering pieces into the yard,Oozing an unpleasant odor. Some of the rot becomes […]