Urban Diorama

The park,
an oasis of green calm
threatened by a desert
of office towers,
was the place,
favoured 
by the avatars
of the fiscal god Chaos,
for a quick lunch
and smoke.

Precisely
at one-o-five
he would shamble
to his special bench,
across from the 
pigeon toilet
that resembled
Robbie Burns,
and sorted contents
of the green bin
into three piles:
lunch, 
refundable cans or bottles,
and unusables.

He shared
his recycled, 
second-hand lunch
with pigeons, sparrows, squirrels,
and the odd curious seagull.
His guests were
frequently frightened away
by the strength and violence
of his repeated cough,
as his advanced infection
brought this urban
Saint Francis of Assisi
daily closer 
to his lonely martyrdom.