The Homeless Man

I thought
He was coming
To stop me
To ask for some
Spare change

I must admit
My senses became alert
Because this man
Looked rough, wild
As if he had nothing to lose

His hair and beard had
Straw and grass in it
His face had black streaks
Running down it
As if he had come
From a battlefield
His old army coat
Was dirty, buttonless but dry
A can of Tennents Extra was in his hands
Madness and injustice were in his eyes

He stared at me
Me
Comfortable, snug me
With my nine to five job
Cardcash and Nike training shoes

He stared at me as he walked past
I'll never know
What he was thinking

A Magnetto Influence Poem