Jul 26, 2008 18:00
Stones and old rubble lie scattered around -
the man gets his foot stuck and slips.
Collapsing, he tumbles face-first to the ground;
there's blood on his neck and his lips.
Funny, this notion so clear and intact
of being unspeakably poor
expressed in the simple unbearable fact
of not standing up anymore.
religion,
stations of the cross