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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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