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.