I saw in that moribund

Adjacent to my cathedral

A ragged gnarled-face creature

With gaunt body

Dotted with swollen sores.

 

Ugh...beggarly decked in grubby vests

With the most acrid odour

Oozing from his anus trash

Even as he nods  in celebration

To the strip of marijuana he puffs

 

His hair terribly tousled and grizzled

Flies,  lice make rounds in his  tattered blankets

Rummaging with the decayed patches

In his yesteryears' food bowl

 

Even his spine is now arched

And neck terribly emaciated

No vegetables, no protein,no...

His ankles tough and still

Testimonies of the abadoned.

 

Oh...But the Christians pass him daily

Not a metallic coin at his glance any day

Even if in the lowest.

Not even on Sundays

Does he see the light from these Samaritans.

 

Now that friend has died

For lack of care and benevolence 

But he lives near a church

Where those shepherds preach generosity

And  "Be your  brother's keeper " often.