The Unwanted by Alan Catlin

It must be just another weekend
to end all weekends, all those
long days and nights busking,
begging, subway stations that
always seems to end up as an
unconscious early evening outside
at King’s Cross with all the other
derelicts expelled from the under-
ground to lie totally exposed,
sprawled curbside, one limp hand
holding a street sign that says,
No Stopping, the other, a nearly
empty glass pint of cheap Port,
a fresh, spreading puddle of piss,
passersby ignore, hastening on
their way down escalators, deep
into the Underground where more
of the Unwanted repose, mimicking
the unwashed dead they so closely
resemble, moving nearer to the apex
of The System, one stop at a time,
gathering more of their kind as they
go, their barely vital signs all that
separate them from this world
and the other one.

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Alan Catlin is a widely published poet in the US of A and elsewhere. His most recent book is “Books of the Dead: a memoir with poetry” about the deaths of his parents. He is a retired professional barman and the editor of the online poetry zine misfitmagazine.net.

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