Touch By a Dirty Beggar
To the bacteriologist screaming ‘caution’
And virologists sure that my life is up for auction,
A touch by a dirty beggar I should only fend off,
Not flee from;
His pestering fingers, tell ‘Enough’
Not slap like a drum…
Disengage as they are being fastened on my jacket,
Not attack with a racket…
For them shed tears as they accumulate dirt,
Not cartoon the ones that have discolored my shirt:
Any clothing of mine brushed against them
To keep bearing, unchanged, its name
And washed at an unpanicking moment:
The exact time I do and laundry wouldn’t be a torment
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
