jeffarama andy nicholson (Remove filter)
Holocaust ( threads )
Stench filled nostrils flair in the morning light,
as a bundle of rags lay stale, motionless, huddled in plain sight.
Grubby fingers reach out into the gutters larder,
A mirage of a child, it's soul grown harder.
Eyes downcast in the drizzling rain,
his head bowed, invisible to their sight,
the thread bare coat shuffles, accepting his plight.
Every bone senses ...
Sunday 5th February 2012 12:49 am
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