- Fleshy with age and grimy brown
- from living under the bridge,
- he isn’t a beggar,
- in line at the market.
- He says he used to have a good job,
- and mutters to me his resentment
- that the clerk doesn’t like
- the ragged ends of his shoes.
- Well, she can go to hell.
- Varieties of murder,
- varieties of murder.
- And some people hire out
- to kill without questioning
- as mercenary, or soldier,
- and once a thing is dead
- you can’t hurt it anymore.
- Cowards threaten first,
- ask questions later.
- If they die,
- they die without principles,
- and they’re not one of us,
- they’re not one of us.
