no bed sheets…

poverty’s child
alone
sleeping on a bare bed
as days
turned
into years
a man 
friendly with people
still
sleeping
on
a bare bed

 

 

selective blindness…

outside post office
holding a sign and a child
no one reads the sign
no one even turns a head
nation refuses to see

 

indirect generosity…

your champagne finished
tray of hors d’oeuvres half eaten
child in alleyway
awaits a parent’s return
with what you have thrown away