Last night at midnight
we looked into the face
of a homeless wretch --
a man, living in total subjugation
to his primal disordered brain.
With hurricane force
he spewed raw anger,
screaming irrationally at those
who want to help, but can’t.
There is no shelter to contain him.
No options. In any program. Anywhere.
Until he throws a punch,
pulls a knife,
jumps out a window,
he is free to wander through the night.
His name is Legion. We have seen him before.
He is gathering strength.
God bless those shelter workers
who perseverein the face of Belial.