Woke up dead.
Sorted, shredded, recycled, dumped, picked up, driven unloaded
Just plain gone.
Trashed and thrown away.
How could that happen to the thousands of me, here, there, and everywhere, globally, especially cap-town, D.C?
Woke up dead.
Lost and found, like overdue rotted garbage to be picked up on the street, in the park, squatters’ house, shelter inside or outside in the bed, in the dumpster, in the daylight, in the dark.
Woke up dead, from exposure and death.
Cold and ill from no house–a home or a place to heal.
The cost too high for my town to meet.
Now, I am not here for you to touch and see.
There is hope!
I hear our mayor is going to fix-it…..
So there will be no more throwaways on the street of human life,
Awakened-up-dead, like me!
