And wails out in the cold?”
No one. Should one? Most will cross
To the far side of the road.
Some will just turn heads or eyes.
The cruel types might aim a kick
Or a curse. But who heeds this?
The kind types bring food, a cloak.
But who heeds the soul who wails?
Is it a real soul who wails?
If it’s just beast, like a wolf,
Or a cat, or a lost calf,
Then the kind types are as good
As it gets. But if it’s soul,
A strip torn from the world’s mind
That haunts all the beasts with names,
It should be heard, not just fed.
Pasts float off from wails souls said.
