Wednesday, June 19, 2013

In Security

He bid me a good day
And crossed the road
Through a gap in the traffic
To hand out an armful of leaflets
To the strangers gathered waiting
At the bus-stop by the park,

His shirt un-tucked, half-buttoned,
Perhaps once of a similar colour
To the uniforms at the shop tills inside
But now faded and stained and hanging
Over ragged baggy tracksuit bottoms
With keys and chain banging at his knee,

And two security guards stood
Shouting and laughing by the shop doors,
"He's totally loopy in the head!"
And pointing their warning fingers
At the poor retreating madman,
Menace and malice in their smiles,

Clenched fists insisting that he stop
Taking leaflets from their shop,

Or else.

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