He’s back
from whence he came
The chook
half plucked and so sore
Clearly he feels safe there
Sitting by my door
His wrinkled brow
His diseased face
Reminds me that I too
Have been denied normality
For distase has struck me through
I gamble as I amble
along the streets alone
But clearly there’s
a resemblance as his
presence now has shown
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.