Was It a Smile

The smile The wall between the road and houses had graffiti and slogans on its grey, sodden flanks as guarding the systematic deficiency of need. The townscape of bleakness is like an endless a funeral march in rain, substituting for tears anyone had, for those who willfully die of hunger. By the wall, on the narrow pavement, a lone figure walks fast as not sensing the drizzle he appears to be smiling. Perhaps his wife had given birth to a son, or he had won the lottery. The wheel of a truck explodes, hits and pins him to the wall, and we shall never know why he smiled