Barbara Cotter Poet Free verse

Michigan Man, 93, Freezes To Death

Why, the old man froze to death
fingers and toes burning,
a slow, painful death, the coroner
says; the neighbors say they tried,
the city never lies, they will shut off
service of essential services,
and so life goes.  Why, 

the old man froze to death
huddled in double layers.
He’s not alone this season,
‘tis a freezing season, three
reports this week.  I reckon
we’re not civilized enough
to have heat for everyone.

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Michael Torres February 2, 2009 at 6:51 PM You are so right. This world is cruel. Thanks for caring. GBU Michael

John Loving Iii February 2, 2009 at 3:50 PM it's a cruel cruel world. but heaven and God await on the other side of this mess. thats the silver lining to this. what cruelty we cause God fixes with kindness. but still somebody should pay for that old mans life. john