They Will Handle

They sit next to litter heaps

At the back of the streets.

They see them as outcasts

The third wheel 

Of the oxen cart.

These to me

Are noble souls.

If you ever get a chance

To befriend 

One of these

You will do anything

To keep them 

In your circle.

These are the beautiful souls

With whom I entrust

With my day.

These ones to me 

Are my true ones.

Who deserve

To handle my day.

I have overheard

Those men 

With those machete-like earth wires

Say that humans like us

Will be one day 

Doomed in flaring tongues

Of ever-dancing flames.

I have learnt

That for a while 

We have been exiting 

The cocoon of life

And yet we can figure out

The beauty or ugliness 

Of our days.

You will see

These wonderful souls

Jump up and down

Like calves 

In the morning sunshine

Dancing to my tunes

During my day.

These souls

Will own the sea crab

And will keep at bay

Those modern Pharisees

From contaminating 

The purity of my day.

They will ensure

That my day 

Will be immune

From the groundbreaking criticisms

And unkind threats

Of the flaring tongues

To souls like us.

They will ensure 

That my day

Is immune 

To that popular promise 

For those ones

In alignment 

With the waves of convention.

I see these ones

Doing their work

With unrelenting enthusiasm.

So don't you worry 

About my day–

I have a legion 

Of souls like us

Whom we discovered 

And kept by our side–

Whom we encountered 

In pursuit of authenticity.

© Sea-Crab Poetry.

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