Tuesday, July 18, 2017

FOUR BROTHERS



Angel feathers
Falling at my feet

Four Brothers
Standing on the shore

No more will seagulls
Fly with them to sea

Their fishing days
Are at an end

Discarded fast-food papers
The meager pickings

Of bird and man
Made homeless

On the seafront
In the doorways

Of this teeming
Tourist town

Hunger brings him
To my door

"Thank you" he said
"For not making me feel
Ashamed"




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