i hit the streets
in this city which used to be
a workers' paradise
one of the many
where hunger was said to be banished
forever
'forever' can be very a short time
sometimes
two old men with their salty faces
would testify to that
as they rummaged the garbage
to find something to eat
they were somebody's son
somebody's brother, husband, lover
once
now they shared their
hunger over a piece of baked potato
(mostly skin)
and a half eaten sandwich
(mostly bread)
in a bus stop
people who have nothing
knew the value of sharing the most
it seemed
then
a moral semaphore spoke to me
in his tom waits voice
pointing to them
"no matter how bad things get
you will not be like them"
then again
neither my better angels
nor my worst daemons
can't predict for shit
i finished my sandwich in a hurry
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