Sneezing and Public Manners, a poem by Thomas Rogers Muyunga Mukasa

Sneezing and Public Manners

We look ahead lest we miss the traffic lights as they go green,
we are a group of about-to-cross-the-road-users,
a cold wind blows towards our phalanx as we wait to cross,
the next one coughs and spits a mucoid gob,
a nondescript cigarette in hand, its lighted end blinking, 
he inhales deeply and exhales a type of foul smelling smoke,
cough, cough, cough, he walks haltingly,
the gait almost tottering,
a seemingly pained shuffle of feet,
steps almost nimble or unsure,
sloven attire wrapping a haggard gauntness,
he makes a guttural sound, a prelude to spitting out,
he spits once, twice, thrice on the yellow crossings,
we hurriedly by pass him, spittle on his chin,
tch! a sneeze follows the cough,
a hand reaches the twitching nose,
thumb blocks one nostril,
air forcefully let out from an open one,
one, two rubbings and a bare-hand wiping,
the mucus carrying hand reaches for Ice-cream,
the other arm reaches for the collar corner,
an imaginary nasal wetness is wiped away,
this is clearly a long repeated habit,
perhaps a rebelliousness or improptu action,
this once upon-a-time cultured one,
must have fuzzed about proper manners,
the ones around disposal and use of handkerchiefs,
perhaps the hurried ways of street life,
the absence of a matronly eye,
the one that checks on impropriety or intrasigency,
or the beginnings of losing it, the tell-tales,
a mound of excreta is given a wide berth, congealed spittle there,
discarded edibles half-eaten, bite marks showing,
to whom do we live this refuse?

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