I’ll Never Beg Again

I’ll Never Beg Again

Forced from my small and tiny room
I leave and make my way
in search of somewhere safe..

I see fast movement on every street..
…my feet are slow
I have no where to go .
and no destination and no goals…

The alleys and the stench
hooks in the slaughter house
the river shit.
Long tall strangers…drifting by..

I walk towards the buskers... and a juggler..
The boozers playing poker on a box.
I sit with them….to look

At all the people stamping…floating by.
My bone bare watching eyes…
I used to clean , that’s what I did..
clean up all their mess….
I gave my all for them.

They glance …some even smile…
…all walk on past this loser with the rotten fate
the scrawny tortoise who has lost her shell
devoid of time or place.

Some ride on by in chariots of gold.
ringed fingers clutching at the reins
of stallions …. silver Bentley manes ,
surveying all the Towers that they own…
Glass acres won by bullet and by blade
small hearts grown granite cold.

My hunger is invisible beside
the busker and the juggler…
my body folding in on me

I’m dying on the street… but…
I will never beg again
I’ll fade from this cinereal life
without a sigh or song..

I’ll never beg again.

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Kristine Byrne Feb 2014 / 15