Homeless
I work in retail. This Tanka sequence was written while I was having trouble with a particular individual:
Homeless and dirty,
Aggressive and obnoxious,
Sometimes even worse,
Though he severely tries my patience,
I let him ramble till he's finished.
Homeless and dirty,
He has a few companions,
Some are young, some old,
On mild California nights
They sleep in deserted parks.
Homeless and dirty,
He often smells of vomit,
Sometimes even worse.
What curse brought him to this awful fate.
There but for the grace of God go I.
Homeless and dirty,
Brain damaged by drugs and drink,
He constantly stinks.
Will an angel descend one clear night
And bathe him in celestial light?
Copyright © Jim Wilson | Year Posted 2008
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