Slumped - Poem by Celia Nicole
He was slumped outside,
The backs of grey knees pressed hard on the
Amputated, his feet disappearing under
A blood green sack.
Tumbling rags clutched around his neck, his bones
Trickling down his torso.
Melting into the scummy,
Gum covered floor where papers dashed
And wrappers gyrated to the
Noise of passers-by.
He didn't move, planted to deep
In that concrete bed -
His rotten roots gripped,
Starving for pennies.
He might have been dead.
He might as well have been.
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