Did you hear me?

Homeless...

He slept between the rubbish,

They forgot he had a name.

Beaten skin glared out through rags,

They thought it was a game.

They shut their souls to squalor,

He presumed they must be blind.

They thought he was immortal -

They misread all the signs.

His heart was wearily beating,

But he slept and still woke up.

He lived his life for coffee,

In polystyrene cups.

A knife of ice cut through him,

For the sky was not his friend.

They moaned about the weather,

Then went home at the end.

He wondered what had happened,

Why salvation never came.

He buried deep his anger -

There seemed no point in blame.

Then one day he was missing,

But they only saw the space -

Not the silent, screaming claws,

Of tragic human waste