Talk swirled the last few days
about the interlopers and travelers
the true transient ones out here
on the cold winter streets,
even if it's only just autumn
and the snow ain't flying... yet.
We know them by smell,
unwashed, ragged and reeking of drugs
be it spice or other,
and totally lost as to where
the services for homeless are
but too damned angry and proud,
to ask for some... directions
Nasty attitudes, dirty looks, fear
they stir about around themselves,
not sure yet if it's bravado
or chips on the shoulders
but they came here recently,
drifting in all summer long... angry.
Fights are getting dirtier, they say,
and more try bully tactics,
shooting off their mouths real loud
until their targets spin around
to meet their eyes with... courage.
Been watching these new faces
drifting around or stalking various folks,
setting up their marks slowly
for one hellish violence spree soon
when they thing the timing works,
moving alone, unless they have... packs.
Not talking the stuff carried
upon our backs as we travel,
but that foul wolfish commune
that moves with a driving hunger
to cull the ailing herd
and leave nothing but... corpses.
Yeah, they're that bad
and I, and others,
must walk among them
wondering if we are.... next.
23October2013 - Dyfedd Rex
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