Poem: “Requiem for the Homeless Man”


Requiem for the Homeless Man

He died of an overdose
of neglect; who cares
that he was one of the hidden
people exiled from smiles.

His sores were so heavy he had to lean them
against a wall, a bench, or a gate,
or let them fall
into the gutter where he belonged
who cares?

What’s left in his pockets is scarce
a few dollops of lint,
two or three mustard seeds,
a browning lily folded in two
like his life.

His obituary made the evening winds
flying his soul to the bosom of God
who cares.

Philip C. Kolin


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