WE LIVE

We live by the waters
over Cape Cod
seeing the homeless
in the woods
some in squalor
today asking others
for change or a dollar
knowing an activist
unveils his spirit words
and change
like St. Francis
my comrade
who deposits his verse
for generations to come
for whom nothing
without love is strange
in his poet's consolation
as he feeds the birds
on harvest fields
where crimson leaves
fall from the birches
only to arrange his words
in thanksgiving
from his wish to rejoice
like my own heart
with one Beat voice
to impart and believe
in forgiving
as he washes the feet
of sisters and brothers
in a sacrifice to God.