The Last Insult

 

A homeless man is shot down

It happened in L.A.

It happens anywhere

 

I say man until women are

Shot down, too

 

Having lost

Family, work, wardrobe

One’s own place to stay

Or say

Reliance on water and food

The basics long gone

 

Finally, a move in desperation

Imprudent, maybe

Criminal

But what’s left

 

And the last thing—there

Was one thing—is lost

 

Spirit ascends, offers an

Amish hope

Confidence mitigated

By designed ignorance of

Providence

 

Without doubt, nothing more

To lose here