dross

the under pass is cold and dark
with urine down the wall
lights long since extinguished
hide artistic aerosol

surrounded by dog feces
in cardboard box called home
a veteran from the Falklands
with some battle scar syndrome

he lies terrified of the night
and fearful of the day
the nightmare and the daymares
will not fade away

a small boy brings a blanket
his sister brings some stew
and leave them where he can reach them
then bid a fond adieu

the police community special
gives failed humanity a kick
there is no responsive movement
and the mouth is full of sick

the inquest calls it a tragedy
but no one is to blame
politicians say it's awful
a pity and a shame

so who will get the medals
the Military and Victoria cross
belonging to that scrounging
homeless human dross