Pin It

Sparrows On Barbed Wire 

them vacant eyes
stare right through us
an' our black-and-white
like we're not drivin' by
not even here

look over there, Joe
two in a doorway
one on the curb
three at the dumpster
two on the dock
shoes off
warmin' feet
dryin' old clothes

shoppin' carts lined up
place holders at St. Vinnie's
eight for soup and bread

when there's a bunch of 'em
shopkeepers'll call the station
our radio'll crackle

we'll cruise back
swing our night sticks
bust some skulls
whack knees

move on

you know, Joe, I keep spectin' to find
my momma down here some day...
her bein' ah alkie an' all.

Tags: ,

  • Pin It
  • them vacant eyes stare right through us an'...

Speaking of Poem


Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

About The Author

Dewell H. Byrd

more from the author

Latest in Poetry

Readers also liked…

© 2016 The North Coast Journal Weekly

Website powered by Foundation