post post-mortem

How little we know
How little we care
For the people we pass
In life
How strange that they are
Infinitely more interesting In death

He was a photographer
An advocate
A fighter for human rights

He was nothing to look at
And I guess that's where
We go wrong
Where I went wrong
Judging a person by their outter shell
As though it's capable of divulging
The soul inside

Everything I know of him
Is post mortem
Including his name
Though I remember his face
And upon seeing him for the first time  
Thought unfondly of him
For tapping the back of my chair
In time with the music
At a gig we both happened
To be at

(C) Indie Adams 2014
6-9-14
30 day poetry challenge day 6