BEHIND

On the street
before me a man
dragged his right leg
behind, a blue plastic
bag banged against
his thigh, the bottle
of malt sloshed
against his jaw
slack as the waist
of his jeans
sunk lower
and lower
with each lurch
more chalk-dusted
buttock revealed
I did not want to look
but could not help
myself or him,
or the shame of it all



Prompt=unlucky. Inspired by a man stumbling down the street, just as this poor man. I am so lucky to be who I am, to have enjoyed the privilege I have. Peace...