You dropped your halo
Down a city sewer grate
Tried to catch it
Tried too late
The cold nips at your hands
As you reach in vain
Clenching your teeth
To hold in
A screech of pain.
Its glow disappears down a stream of excrement
As the night weighs upon
Your back so bent
And yet
The fluorescent lights can guide your way
So you can walk
To another day
A Life in Poems 