Homeless Man

Whitechapel, London, E1, April 1997

Homeless man outside Safeways.

Young, handsome, useful man,

Sitting outside Safeways

In a heap.

It’s not the clothes that’s the pity

Or the hair, all knotted and frayed.

It’s not even the waste of productivity

Seen in his sad, tired eyes.

But it’s the slow subtle stabs at the Spirit

The eclipsing of a life yet to be lived.