he had a scar on his hand..... a carpenter’s wound
except he had no tools or wood
only liquor
to keep out the cold
his hands were scrunched tight
and a trail of lucent water flowed down
from his waist to the sea
I stopped and stared for a while
unable to move into his world but
it didn’t matter
the ambulance came..... and before long
the stranger was tucked into a bag like a loaf
it finally dawned
that for the homeless..... even in death
dignity is absent
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