Dirty Diamond Poem by S. Wesley Mcgranor

'Out on the street
for a living'.
Where sympathy
is cliche:
Another Church
sandwich
in the park
on Sunday
at least
Mulligan soup
from the discarded
vegetables;
the water is free.

Free like they will never be.

On the concrete,
behind the building,
on the shelters floor.
Is the winning
social obligation
charity and
social justice
as mad man,
or malcontent,
or rebel
looks
on the walled
canvas
of those inside
cages.

To escape from us.

Their task
to sneak bye
the store,
and street corner
without paying.
Round steak bar-b-que
and beer,
or fast-food
with plenty of coffee.

Behold! A cigarette
is pulled from
ones' dissipating pack
looking suspicious
the stalked offer
none
but obliging otherwise.
As so-called whore bath,
or shower is contemplated
at truck stop.

Free as they will
never be.

There the road is paved
with the race
of transients.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor
2005