Homeless Funeral
© 2007 Jim Fischer, Flickr | CC-BY | via Wylio
Alone in life
Alone in death
Found under the underpass
With whiskey and bloated stomach
Did the birds mourn you?
Did the river whisper tears?
Did the moon keep watch
As you laid dying?
Did God glance your way?
*****
Your stench found you out
Unnoticed
Unimportant
Until now
They scurry about your corpse like ants.
They housed you in a morgue
Washed by the staff
Examined by doctors
Finally, you received some care.
If only you could see it.
*****
Projected stories were your life:
“Homeless drunk”
“Washed up junkie”
“Lazy bastard”
Now they give you another name
“John Doe.”
*****
This will be a homeless funeral.
Buried in a nameless grave
Surrounded by the company of others
Who also carry your name.
