Wishes I Wish Poem by James McLain

under the bridge it is even colder
the concrete
no wonder the jails and prisons
are thus.
it is numbing.
is death like this.
two bridges over there was a drive by.
three jars of acid
were tossed
from the window of that car.
not all of us wish to be as we are,
waiting to die
to be cremated and there is no room
in the ground
for the poor
costly as it is heavy the price
where we may therein stay in peace.
she came as she comes
some times does in
the middle of the night.
she was clean for she changed though her
hands were ice cold.
saying nothing under all of the blankets
i allowed her to warm her
hands.
whereas the milk began to flow,
as we slept.
wishes i wish we were children so we
could have had some parents.
even if they only loved us for the money.
some foster parents perhaps.
dreaming i am too late so i wait for the fire.