‘A Wounded Civilization’ walks past each day, 
discarding dreams, abandoning a chimera
rejecting the city, its riches and the glitz,
sacrificing lives and livelihoods.

Stalked by fear, scared of the virus
starved skeletals walk unfazed
in quickening panic, slipping away
to die or survive, hunger or betrayal
on their land, among their own, their home.

From my terrace I watch
My own homelessness.