A PAUPER'S PRAYER

i am a soul
as soul in a hole
in this tomb i languish
in this storm i live in anguish.

Today i pulled my cart,
uphill back to start,
i rummaged through the murk,
in dumpsites, pits and sewers left my mark.

sundown back to my shack,
no food on the rack, just this bun.
belly burns i turn,
muscles ache, head bakes.

Through the hole in my roof,
i see the sky, does it see my eyes?
eyes too dry to cry they ask why?
silence...the rumble of the belly.

A prayer in ernest, holed in a nest,
my lips tremble, i sob,
i am a soul, a soul in the hole.