Tithes

 

There’s only one

             Small very

                         There a boy

Hand reaching

             Pockets grabbing

                         Calls on deaf ears

Ragtorn eyes

             And clothes

                         With a shoehole

Dry tears

             Swollen mouth

                         Curled lips

Waiting lonely

             By time a sidewalk

When god comes

             When god comes

                         When god

Shifting

             Drops the ground

                         A penny