Huddled close around old worn jacket
Thrown to dogs
When he was young
And forgiven
Shameless anger
Enflamed by bitter cold wind
Watching, waiting
And the people pass
And disappear
Face of stone
Concrete stuck to callused stiff soles
Standing on street
Encased in past
and present
Cigarette burns
Flames creeping to cold burnt lips
Just a little to go
Cancerous warmth
And ash
Mortal Gargoyle
Cigarette falls to be crushed by callous soles
Statue cracks
Life ensues
And begin
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