Crippled
by Joseph Veronneau
He will come to do
something
as he seems fit
to do it.
Watching the carousel
of nameless faces
pushing into cloudy hazes
of forgotten plans.
Birds and squirrels swarm
the tree where peanuts
taking the pledge of their
survival
resting on a homemade box-feeder.
The afternoon outlasts
his interest of loud cars
and religious psychobabble
preached thru Christian radio
as the last remnants
of an instant miracle
are hushed away
into medicated sleep
more telling of the times
than any blasphemed grace
could offer.