Sunday, 29 August 2010

A Beggar's Lie

I see her carry the baby
across her chest.
He clings to her
with hands, abnormally small.

Half dressed,
smeared in her selfishness,
I see him shiver.
His greedy, selfless eyes,
his ribbed chest,
his mud-clogged hair.

A bloody bandage,
Covered with ants, wrapped,
protecting his head.
She begs at my window
with an empty bottle.

I almost give in,
then turn to my magazine instead.

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