Beggar, Starveling, Plate-glass dreams, steel shutters Maybe. But all steel rusts All locks fail - This is not Canon Law. Here bare feet Are bleeding, The gems of society Are chisel-edged. God-beggar There are no paving-sets in the street, You cannot heave a sheet of concrete. At the road's end the fog falls Softly as an old quilt On a prostitute's morning.