Angels are white and devils red
And abstinence of sin. Can be colored what?
Clear.
Clear like glass
Looking out from an efficiency
Apt over
The busy metro district
Seeing clearly both extremes
The pimps and ******
Drug dealers on the corners
Selling flesh and blood and promises
Or
The time I saw a man
Had
Twenty Styrofoam dinners
Walking up to obvious beggars
And handing them one
With legs and thighs of chicken
Rice green beans corn bread
A slice of sweet cake.
Shakes them awake
Those asleep on the grates
Put his arm around them-
No telling when they had a hug last- and gave them dinner.
Above just watching I stated
To myself
Hesitating, I'll be that man
One day.
And fortune will decide
Which one.
The angel
Or the devil.
I'll find out
When.