In a dark and dirty place-
He holds his little sermons,
Drinks his cans of alcohol,
And preaches to the vermon.
Fingernails are caked with mud,
Eyes have turned blood red,
Teeth the color of the sun,
Shoe boxes for a bed:
Although he seems divided-
God keeps his Heart so tidy.
Never need you books to teach;
Just spiritual sobriety.
Pity that he was no friend.
Now indeed he's dead,
But his lessons were taught well-
For they came not from his head.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/although-he-seems-divided/
