Winter for the Homeless by Memphis-Poison, literature
Literature
Winter for the Homeless
Winter for the homeless
was the word upon the streets.
In a hundred different moments
we were bruised, but never beat.
Faint and close to pavement,
we were the litter on the roads.
Shot-down, forlorn and hungry,
we took the performance to the show.
I was a while yonder,
bound down by shade and air,
contracting and releasing.
I stole the steps from all the stairs.
A chasm was vibrating,
sending out all sorts of noise.
Paid daily for the transport,
I accepted and enjoyed.
Strapped on, heart-beats were failing.
Jolted quickly to the floor,
wail higher, little solider.
Theyll hear you for years more.
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