The Begger Poem by David Bayless

The Beggar
Can one feel the trembling of a beggars cane topped with the peaches from which they came?
Children in an invisible masquerade
Why, Why, Why do they sing coveted by that witch shiny pearls long for the clams
Bitter confusion makes its stand; asking questions of a forgotten strand
Clubs from a hand witch cannot stand in the presence of a decrepit worthless man
The toil is lost at a shiny cost of two coins from dawn to dusk
Obscene rivalry glimmers a countenance witch pulls the squirrel from his tree
The dew dries from its leaf; of consequence man finds true relief