Home to the Homeless
Es hat doch tatsächlich wieder angefangen zu schneien und es scheint wieder kälter zu werden. Da denkt man an die Leute, die kein Dach überm Kopf haben und an ein großartiges Gedicht von Jack Hirschman. Ein Auszug aus "Home":
Winter has
come.
In doorways, in alleys, at the top
of churchsteps,
under cardboard, under rag-blankets
or, if lucky, in plastic sacks,
after another day of humiliation,
sleeping,
freezing,
isolated, divided, penniless,
jobless, wheezing, dirty
skin wrapped around cold bones,
that's us, that's us in the USA,
hard concrete, cold pillow,
where fire? where drink?
damned stiffs in a drawer
soon if, and who cares?
shudders so intimate,
our hands finally closed in clench
after another day panhandling,
tongues hanging out...
In doorways, in alleys, at the top
of churchsteps,
under cardboard, under rag-blankets
or, if lucky, in plastic sacks,
after another day of humiliation,
sleeping,
freezing,
isolated, divided, penniless,
jobless, wheezing, dirty
skin wrapped around cold bones,
that's us, that's us in the USA,
hard concrete, cold pillow,
where fire? where drink?
damned stiffs in a drawer
soon if, and who cares?
shudders so intimate,
our hands finally closed in clench
after another day panhandling,
tongues hanging out...
- Jack Hirschman
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