Free verse № 4290
Lucky's Day
On a grey day, a homeless man named Lucky
shambled into an alley behind an expensive restaurant,
the ache in his belly calling him to the Dumpsters to mine for food.
He opened the nearest one and saw
hacked-off limbs, torsos, and rotted coils of entrails
stacked to the top of the bin.
Among the jumble of unnamed limbs, a few heads
bearing the pouched eyes and matted hair of fellow vagrants.
Lucky's eyes locked with theirs and he knew why the shelters have been so empty lately.
Lucky left the alley, never to return.
11 comments
Those little, "Oh crap, a dumpster full of dead people" moments that make life that much more interesting.
It's the true joy of sharing.
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