Homeless

by TanGental

He lies on a bench, face like a tomato

Whiskery, grey, breathing staccato;

Friendless, he sleeps, clutching his can,

Despised by all, hardly a man.

 

To one side three drinkers, whispering lowly.

They’re vexed. ‘Let’s go’ says one slowly.

The others just drink; one nudges the sleeper.

He snuffles and dribbles; the nudges get deeper.

 

The sun splashes shadows; I squint in the glare.

What brings these four men to be waiting right here?

At ten in the morning, drinking strong lager,

Numbing some pain, being sober is harder.

 

Drugs, ex army, some mental disorder?

What’s pushed these four over that border?

From safety, security, a job and a home

To this. Four drinkers, together, alone.

2 Comments to “Homeless”

  1. This-

    To this. Four drinkers, together, alone.

    Excellent line.

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