Imagine me
down behind the gasworks
where the obscene canal flows

stood by a burning brazier
my threadbare mittens
warming black fingernails

itching my twiggy stinking beard
pretending there are no crab-lice
that I shall be rescued

the sty of my cardboard-box doss
the unforgiving soul of slab concrete
not a single samaritan to liberate me.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist