The Last Insult


A homeless man is shot down

It happened in L.A.

It happens anywhere


I say man until women are

Shot down, too


Having lost

Family, work, wardrobe

One’s own place to stay

Or say

Reliance on water and food

The basics long gone


Finally, a move in desperation

Imprudent, maybe


But what’s left


And the last thing—there

Was one thing—is lost


Spirit ascends, offers an

Amish hope

Confidence mitigated

By designed ignorance of



Without doubt, nothing more

To lose here