Anarchist

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.