the winter sky
The winter sky is hungry
The winter sky is hungry
Waiting to take another life
The sharp North West wind
Cutting off life
Like a knife
Through butter
Huddled in the gutter
They stutter
In sleeping bags
20 somethings
that already look
Like ancient hags.
They have seen too much life
Red in tooth and claw
It is more
Than fragile minds and frames
Can tolerate and tame.
It is insanity run wild
We exchange inanities
Shout profanities
Trade our morals and ethics
For fat blood stained cheques
We seem to have forgotten
What it really means
To be human.
