even as the blood leaked out onto his face
it dried, caking
cooling his hot skin
his mouth tasted like
copper shining blue
lips parted in a smile
so strong and so gentle
that you know it's genuine
sighted and desparate he waits
God will take him home
saying just that
'i don't like what i see in this place'

08/17/2006

Author's Note: This is about poverty.

Posted on 08/18/2006
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