By God's Grace Go I Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

By God's Grace Go I

Grandfathered by time
He
bent
listless drunk
near the hot earth
Rag bound
idle
casting a shadow
out across the clay and brick

Spitting like a
jackal
fighting gravity
by rocking sideways
Trying to purchase
balance

He defiantly
glared
at his silent
audience

I dared not stare back
for his struggles
might be mine.

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