Homeless by Joel Crisp

<joel@asmodeus.demon.co.uk>

the homeless stalk 
the trails of the city
kings
of the concrete jungle

where we walk
paths of dispair
down
these streets of sorrow

bundle of rags
huddled by the doorway
uniform
of a new generation

they will inherit
the rotton heart
that beats in deprivation

the night sky
above their heads
roof
of the living crypt