A Poem By
By Christopher Osgood
Concrete and steel surround the inner sanctum
Flies, rats, maggots…
A cardboard shelter is the only thing between
Death and breath
To eat your last meal of
A rat sniffing for your last breath
Out of misery
Out of site
The vapor lingers and rises from
A toe tag that names yet another
You finally have a name…..
You have been reborn….
Into a Society that smiles down on you
Under six feet of gratitude