Cardiff, Wales, UK
Shadow twists in the night
As some sense calls a warning that cannot be heard
And another statistic falls to the floor
Black red in the night mingling
With rain water as dark as the deed
In this monochrome orange world.
The last cry still echoes off
Silent sentinel walls
As the pockets are searched
For the plastic prize
A few hours of freedom from the pain
Of his solitary role
Huddled in a frozen sheet
Awaiting once more the escape
Brought by the anonymity of night.
The victim moans
As the world shifts about him
Shorn now of financial props
His place in the light
Stolen by a blow to the head.
Mumbling incoherence from
His crumple heap,
Another homeless drunk to be avoided.