Buying a shirt in the sales

off’f the clearance rail

stepping over trousers jeans hangers

thrown fallen strewn to the floor

all in the casual negligence

of reaching for a bargain

& knowing certain

none of those guys

doing this

has ever worked retail

not in peace

I sat down

where the great man wrote

to take a look

read from his book

& heard what he heard

saw what he saw

& I understood the words

had already fallen

for the idea

some time ago

felt the sense of place

exit from cities

foul humanity

dirt squalor disgrace

but I was not the only pilgrim

others had been before

& no doubt more

will come

like those who leave their litter

bottles cans paper plastic

homage corrupts if the wanderer

comes for bragging rights

not in peace