Thursday, October 29, 2009

Beggar Boy

Born of sin and death,
In some dark corner of the light;
He walks the unknown lanes
Sniffing on coke and meth.
You might have seen him some day
A small thin boy
About 10-12 years of age;
His eyes shining with a dying light,
Skin battered and bruised
By the forces of wanton hunger;
He spreads his palm out wide,
Lines of happiness and death scratched out;
It trembles in the cold wind
As lips sing an unholy tune
Moving a parched tongue to speak
To unmoving sculptures of stone

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