Stretched out on the steps of the old church,
Surrounded by boots, blankets, bottles.
Middle of the day and you’re still asleep,
So deeply asleep.
Your hand is grey,
So deeply grey,
And as we shake you and say,
“Hello, my friend, hello?”
Your hand stays still,
So deeply still.
Stretched out by the steps of the old church,
Surrounded by paramedics, policemen, passers-by.
Middle of the day and you’re still asleep,
Too deeply asleep.
Photo © Basher Eyre (cc-by-sa/2.0) Geograph
Claire Boot 