People pass by with vacant eyes.
A siren screams it’s warning for all to hear.
A raggedy man mumbles to nobody.
His last name forgotten in the
jumbled mess of his mind,
Talks loudly to no one in particular
about how the government had failed him,
about why Jesus Christ was pissed off at the Chinese,
and how, one night in 1979,
he had accidentally killed a man…
shuffles through the rain,
as the echoes of a long forgotten war
and Haunt him.
He looks for shelter from the rain
so he can sleep and find
Peace from the demons.
Rain dripping from his nose,
Remembers through a tunnel in his mind,
a hospital that closed
Leaving him angry, confused,
He screams blindly at shadows in the rain.
Who reeks of cheap wine
Preaches to the rainy night
as the five teenaged boys
run towards him with hate in their eyes
and sticks in their hands…
His last name – he remembers now –
Lay dying in a pool of his own blood.
As the rain pelts his crumpled form,
He smiles and waits for the end.
copyright © 2011 Kevin Routh