ALSphere Foundation
The night is shrouded
In plumes of mist
That float around hiding shame.
Warm hearths
Lie oblivious of the shriveled figures
That sit crouched around
A wayside fire,
Choking its way
To live through the night.
The shame of letting walls grow
Between the insiders and the outsiders –
The mist covers it all.
And so the night seems
To be at peace, –
A brittle peace though.
There is hunger raging
Within those half-naked figures.
Perhaps the chilly night
With its diabolic fangs
Will suck their breath out.
In plumes of mist
That float around hiding shame.
Warm hearths
Lie oblivious of the shriveled figures
That sit crouched around
A wayside fire,
Choking its way
To live through the night.
The shame of letting walls grow
Between the insiders and the outsiders –
The mist covers it all.
And so the night seems
To be at peace, –
A brittle peace though.
There is hunger raging
Within those half-naked figures.
Perhaps the chilly night
With its diabolic fangs
Will suck their breath out.
