Wood SpiritsA Poem by Evilhappywrite please read and enjoy only very partially based on something that actually happened.December, nineteen sixty three the frost collects in the beards of the homeless who weep tears of defeat; life seems hopeless Philadelphia bundled under blankets of snow shivering and miserable they line the streets few of them sleep, with nowhere to go they borrow time to live, three starve for every one who eats poverty and frail bones, behind their eyes they are hollow Venture to their jungles, see their thin and decaying forms shuffling as if their ankles are in chains, food slow enough for the worms before they die their wretched lives waste away, compassion transforms they chip at this glacier to reach the hearts and minds inside, yet the blizzard never warms you strangers never warm; they were never warned wringing a cheesecloth over an old mug a belly full of fire to liven up the poor man ours was just fifteen when he caught the bug strained through a sock straight from a tin can Oh no, look who came back with the Sterno-Inferno give me a swig, give me sight, bring on the Canned Heat knock you through the brig, won't even put up no fight, swept right off of my feet loopy and sappy, it'll make you feel happy it's quicker, hotter, and easier too if you was where we was, what would you do? He's drinking, and drinking, but it's not going away in one month they lost a person for every day thirty one deaths thirty one deaths! Thirty one deaths it seems sometimes like he's the only one who can't forget and as he exhales into his interlaced fingers he can't see the blood on his hands, but the scent of iron lingers young and alone, he staggers through winter like wet cement with a pain pushing on his kidney like a broken bone that won't relent his needs come back and haunt him, yet direction is the one thing in life he could never find now his hands guide him through a picture in his mind swearing, crying, I am blind! It was the perfect irony when the sidewalks cleared of ice and the sun shone down, now they could see they wanted to go outside when it was nice, but for the loss of many, when they found his body struck by a shovel clearing a path on his side curled in a ball, they became numbers to his statistic, indifferent and evil math more witnesses than family, all their eyes would fall that's the cruel nature, he died by a stoop and no one saw or heard his call when he was discovered, he was made an example to them all on the dangers of drinking methanol.
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Added on June 9, 2020 Last Updated on June 11, 2020 AuthorEvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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