Of Bums and Bus Stop Preachers

Bus stop preachers
think they’re going to save
all the passersby
on the corner of
Transients & Businessmen
thinking they’ll transfer
lost souls with their litter-ature
they hand out

Preacher Man, I’ve no use for your pamphlet

Before I arrive
at this bustling intersection
dripping degradation
I pass a bum campground
around St. John’s Cathedral
a hundred men
two hundred outstretched hands

Homeless Man, I haven’t a dime for you

Hands out
Handing out
Begging
Giving
Damning
& Saving

This is not the fix we’re asking;
not the gift we seek

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