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Scarecrow

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Did I beg from you today,
On some cold street in town.
Did you glance at me with hastening step,
And then glance down.
Were you keen to search the litter,
That swirled around my feet,
Or scared to see what you might see,
Were our eyes to meet.
You might see the clinging hunger,
Hanging heavy around my heart,
Or catch your eye on the searing wind,
Blowing my shredded rags apart.
See the blue relentless cold,
Creeping deep inside my bones,
Seeping through my wafer soles,
From beneath the frozen stones,
Still no harsh wind, no trembling cold,
Hurts half as much as those,
That hurry by and look away,
As if I’m there to scare the crows.
You think that you don’t know me,
But in truth you know me well.
For I’m your soul that’s begging you,
To rescue me from hell.

By Paddy Mulhern