Anathema

Anathema

To change the world enough

you must cease to be afraid

of the poor.

— Alice Walker, “To Change The World Enough.”

In the

midst of

a midday

cafe lunch,

He made

Himself known.

Staggering, drenched,

half-sidewalk, half-street,

countenance bulging

with booze,

awareness, mien,

washed-up, incoherent,

disheveled, rancid,

Complete perplexity.

He halts

before you

& stares.

Surprise? Recognition?

Hidden sanity?

He halts

& Stutteringly 

demands money.

You decline.

He swears.

A waiter

persuades Him

to leave.

He cusses,

winding down

the route

He came.

Swerving ’round

the corner

a midnight

military Humvee

pulls curbside

& spirits

Him away.

You watch

in silence,

with indifference,

sipping your

sweet sense

of privilege.

He is

an anathema

in this

hidebound enclave,

whose culture

erases all

traces of

urban existence.

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One thought on “Anathema

  1. I love the imagery in this. Great work. On Sat, 30 Jan 2016 at 5:19 PM Newgenerationverse wrote:

    > Newgenerationverse posted: “Anathema To change the world enough you must > cease to be afraid of the poor. — Alice Walker, “To Change The World > Enough.” In the midst of a midday cafe lunch, He made Himself known. > Staggering, drenched, half-sidewalk” >

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