As the droplets of water hit his face, he
gained consciousness only to moan about
the way poverty had destroyed his well-being
as he didn’t have a place called home nor food
to feed his family of four who had seen
a hell lot of suffering over the years.
Linking to dVerse Poetics: Back to Life
I have chosen the character from
Leslies Norris’s “Elegy for an old Man found Dead on a Hill”
“Under the hill, and among the dropping fir-cones,
Dressed for death the old man lay alone
With his cap over one eye and one white hand
As white as a muffler, flung among the fern-roots
