Slum Drunks Poem by Edgardo Tugade

Slum Drunks



As if born anew each day
they meet: the same and not the same;
dull need obscures each past evening,
they slap each other a new name.

Asleep through lunch and suppertime:
a bottle breaks outside the wall;
numb adam rises from the slime,
and eve, and reenact their fall.

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