The Landless Lot

Do you see me?
A roving mass of human forms, itinerant 
shifting from one ledge to another
outfitting corners of shelter with plastic crates
the shelves, the detritus of China's factory molds
feeding our ever growing hunger

An exsistential hole in man's rumbling, hungry stomach

The mass leaping under clouds
thundering for resolution
and our scurvy ridden human crawlers 
between crevices, moving back and forth 
as we shift onward in time

No respite under concrete bridges while
trams zoom by overhead and time
passes these vermin by

In the cold cycle of seasons 
the landless lot muffle into the snow
cherishing the root of flowers
and cooking on cement ledges

Their plight, a pleasant artificial contrast for 
their well-heeled home living comparers
Plush buttoned up purveyors of soft lit parlors
accesorised in glass ornaments 
twinkling before muted backrounds

The mass of unhomes, relearning routes
and park avenues, descending onto corners 
scraping shreds of goodwill from an indifferent human flow
Trickling into gambling houses and pouring into empty seats
chancing their last 100 yen for a game with no end