A coincidence perhaps
for him to look into one of the cities gaps
where the weak draw smoke for heaven
while their minds and bodies collapse.
A place where trash is placed to lay
where dumpster and backdoor meet decay
where rats tear through food with dogs who've run astray.
But in the silent tumult of that place
was something covered in moist bags
all but its face.
So as he peeked on in with quickened pace
he met how men can become a disgrace.
He heard a crinkle in the pile
screaming beasts by which he riled
he stared upon that which is vile
a body that has been defiled.
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