Aimless ripped old rucksack
down the half paved street he tries
the neglected curves of the city
unkempt hair and daunting eyes
through the roadside weeds
a ghostship of a man with a foolhardy tide feeds
cracks in the pavements a part of him
extensions of his legs
death took an interest
and the pale bridge spirit too
is this something to eat they wondered
alas that man is a venom stew
order a rival
life an insult a bile
his sickly pale skin
an invisible evil
conspiring unknown sin
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