homeless cardboard sign in big letters
“HUNGRY” and below that, “GODLESS”. Yes!
is my immediate reaction; another one of us,
and somehow in misfortunes wake. Then the
entrepreneur in me starts thinking: what a good way to get money. You play to the
humanists in the crowd, but probably still pick
up some missionary types that feel compelled
to say something evangelical
and while making contact
increases the chances that they will give something to prove their point that
God loves them, or Jesus is knocking
on the door of their heart, or
some other jehovah heart string hallmark
catch phrase.
They can’t help but say a refutation. There is
no room in their own fragile faith to allow other beliefs or
the negation of god advertised right here
in plain day for their children to see. Meanwhile,
I’m digging through my pockets to collect some
scratch to help this woman whose eyes are
open, despite being downcast. Remembering
that we just have each other to rely on in the
stern and uncaring
seasons of nature
and trapped in the
delusions of our fellows
superstitions and expectations and mood swings. Here is
someone who will at least appreciate who it is
that is helping her out.
Then I notice, as I
rolled slowly toward her, that the sign which is
heavily folded vertically down the center has been
obscuring the writing, which actually reads
“God Bless”, and I’m like, oh no, fuck that, and
just like that
drive past.
In a moments time, all compassion drained and
as I was turning the corner I thought,
if ever I end up there,
in need of a beggars sign…
I know what I’ll write