Rob Schackne #684 - "His hunger"

His hunger
was abandoned
at the curbside
he had a few dollars
he had a family
he walks invisible
unremarked
beneath notice
he was not alone
at the border
at the shoreline
it is nighttime
the voices grow louder
the barb wire curled
the people collect
a sunset
a sunrise
a guitar and a song
a couple tears
only memory