they buried him in an unmarked grave,
high on the hill,
away from the portion of the cemetery
where they bury those who
can afford to be named
he is there with all the rest
that couldn't afford to live
they are all nameless now
just as they were in life
when they were stepped over
and outcast and objected to
they no longer have to shit
in dumpster pits behind the grocery store
or drink from brown paper bags
in the dark
the clothes they wore were burned
and the ashes were taken out with the trash
it doesn't matter whether they wanted
their lot in life
it doesn't matter what they did to end up
on the street,
dusting portions of the sidewalk
where they slept
all that matters is that no one stared too long
or asked why
all that matters is that no one cared enough
to learn the reasons
all that matters is not ending up in the same place
if you ever happen to trip and fall
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