Homeless
In the darkness,
the steam rises from the grate
like the breath of hell.
He lays there,
a shadow,
forgotten by the passersby.
The earth does not open its great jaws
to swallow him,
ending his misery.
Instead, he is roiled
in a torturous quest for survival,
human respect,
compassion.
The despicable face
of this great city
is not his.
It is the wealth
that foresakes kindness,
forgets to be grateful,
and turns away
from the throngs in need.
Posted by Amanda at December 04, 2002 10:28 PM
