Gratify not curio nor slant the gaze,
Blot not your sense with stain,
Chin down, eyes forward, stretch the gait,
Of him no thoughts pertain.
‘Spare some change please' calls the beggar
Ashen pitch from empty bowel,
Darkened lung and putrid tongue,
A tone so base and foul.
Empty-bellied birds they sing,
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: homelessness