a crust
heel of the loaf
yesterdays fancies
slice of stale cake
& I was just a hungry boy
end of the food chain
mouths quicker to take
than my own
& this nice lady would feed me
a crust heel of the loaf
if I hung around
catch her eye
near her back door
until the day
I heard her talking
explaining
this poor ragged boy
never has enough to eat
comes from a low family
other end of the street
I feed him anything stale
& as the shame clear
caught my ears
I knew I couldn’t go there
no more