Hymn for the Homeless

They exist!
People too proud to pick
from the putrid pileup.

How strange an hour –
horrendous haste
for the hungry, homeless, and haggard.

Yet they resist;
snarling and snickering
with suits and skirts.

My intrigue inclines
for these eyes to wander –
bottle of wine, adjacent green water,

The weekly warnings,
sports reports,
dysentery doughnuts.

Divine dinner for the day
yet, they pray –
Dios Mio! My God!

She’s eating
from the garbage
get away – get a job!

If they’d only part
their hands,
and try to understand.

But they persist!
People too proud to pass –
sympathy, in morning mass.

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