There on the nightly footpath
        A woman's body sits
        Begging for alms.
        A man on the prowl.
        Nearby a dog struggles
        To lick out the marrow
        Stuck in the bone.
        Dirt and dust but first is lust.
        Who gives alms?
        Who obliges?
        The man is soon gone.
        The woman sits unfulfilled.
        Another man
        Takes out his hand
        To give.
        The woman looks on expressionless.
        The dog watches sleepily;
        His eyes still fixed on the bone.
        Fully aware
        The woman slowly stretches
        Her hand to receive.