We Who Are

by Mark Cottman

We who are the unclean

That slipped through a hairline crack

in the oblivion of society

We who are the hopeless

With each attempt to move forward

ending in a destiny of disappointment

We who are weatherproof

With the mercy of the elements as our shelter

We who are hungry

Whose digestive systems are resilient to the

decomposing food of your yesterday

We who are your reflection

With only a small financial setback

separating our realities

We who are your forgotten

We who are your downtrodden

We who are your homeless

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