| Copyright (c) 1994, 2002 by Richard D. Baker Jr. |
| Death of a Hooker |
| Date of Submission: August 8, 2002 |
| A woman wearing green lay sprawled On her back across a concrete walkway. Her head dangled over the curb and Her chestnut hair sank into the water That pooled gradually into an alley gutter. Her glittery silver bag lay next to her. Her skirt revealed tainted cheeks; Her make-up was just a little too much. Suicide? Murder? Robbery? But AIDS took a toll on this ill-fated body. A man approached, camera in hand, Briskly snapped photos to sell at the stands. A plain clothes detective said a few unheard words, Then shrugged, and turned away unconcerned. I know they see death all the time. I know they can't become emotionally involved. But it looked to me as if an unspoken message Rang across the moonlite air waves, "This woman isn't a valuable member of society; So why be dismayed? She's just a hooker. God had passed judgement this day!" |
| (r)(c)1994 by Richard Dale Baker Jr. Library of Congress, File Number TXu 593-293. |
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