| Charity |
| A hardened hand clutched at my charity A vacuous eye eyed me cautiously A moneyless can, tin-dry so pointedly Pleading for purses to empty repeatedly Tears licked concrete in tasty harmony Soaked into me appealing to empathy A tattered rag laid beneath strategically Holy shoes and complexion sallowly Watching a huddled mass nonchalantly Implanted a coin in a hand hungry Glimpses of pocket, depleted whisky A wretch no more hungry than thirsty |