A Belly Full <br /> <br />Christmas Eve, festive shop windows <br />cast glee on sleet, huddled in a doorway <br />as seeking the fading warmth of people <br />in a hurry to get home, an old man sits, <br />looks a window display of phony happy <br />Santa Clauses. <br /> <br />Tomorrow they’ll be brought down to <br />a dank crypt, oddly smile in darkness <br />with rats nesting in their vacant bellies, <br />while he- the real one- will carry on as <br />the town’s longest living drunk for one <br />more year.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-belly-full/
