Friday, November 30, 2018

He Was So Drunk

Even crawling was not an option
A cold night in Chinatown and resting
his head on concrete.

I called for help and took grief
from a passerby
“Let him die.
Don’t make your babies
pay taxes to keep him alive.
He’s a bum. In my country
we let him die.”

He strode away as the ambulance
pulled up. I don’t suppose the guy
thanked me for waking up
in a drunk tank next morning. Maybe
he was committing his own kind
of suicide. But I guess it’s always
a personal choice, isn’t it?
Maybe I spoiled the plan.

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