It was true
Miracles didn’t happen,
You had to believe
For God moves in mysterious ways.
He moved a few feet away from the draught,
A fellow occupant bellowed a curse
One that if it eventuated
Would bring the world to an end
But then again in this place
Curses flowed like water some days.
The preacher was here again
Living he said is about forgiveness.
The guys insane he thought
When you have nothing
And everything as taken from you
Forgiveness is hard.
The Cursing Man cries out again.
He moves towards him
Drags his dirty blanket over the man.
The man grunts and falls asleep.
He thinks of his pact with the devil
To seek retribution.
He reflects daily now
And as time passes
He recognises the futility of his dream.
He’s seen men go crazy
Unable to accept they were once men.
The Cursing Man mumbles in his sleep
He moves himself closer to him
Body heat is a useful commodity
The Cursing Man was once a man
Tomorrow he’ll enjoy the sunrise
They’ll sit together as they do
Share a crust or two
The Cursing Man will tell him
The story of his life.
He will laugh at the funny parts
Watch with contentment
The Cursing Man reliving past glory
Forever happening in his head.