SUNDAY TWELVE NOON

The guy
with a bow tie
looking respectful
at the garbage pail
until Sunday's
respectable pass you by
and he eats
the left-overs
of a fast food lunch
as the trash collector
and city inspector
look him twice over
and their watch dog
wants what's left
in the pail
and the dog lovers
catch you
picking up the trash
and the garbage men
take your lunch
from the lurch
in the trash
and the old guy living
no better than a dog
God spelled backwards
as I hand the old man cash
and he is picked up
and searched
by one of the Sunday ladies
who washes you up
and brings him to church.