“As she isolates to death”…POIGNIENT!
Up there in your concrete nest
you casually look down through
the sparse crowns of lindens
on this crisp night with your
thoughts far away you can
watch the ragged lady with her bag
of bottles clutched to her chest
wobble to a park bench where
she can finally rest.
Passersby sigh and look the other way
there is nothing they can do as
she isolates to death.