777 - #7

For R.A.

The richest men in the world deserve our compassion
much more than any bum exposing nullity; the only ones
allowed among them love live through the pain with heroin,
the rest proceed with a mission so strange and solitary,
like the proper hobo, black horsehair layers on the hottest days,
a pacifier hung around his neck, a force field all around him,
pushing his cart with a purpose more than human.