Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, JUNGLE, by RICHMOND GEORGE ANTHONY



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JUNGLE, by                    
First Line: Here is where drifters break their trek, come night
Last Line: And bide the highball of the climate freight.
Subject(s): Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes


Here is where drifters break their trek, come night.
When freights slow up at dark, on depot street
A furtive, grubby band descends to beat
On doors and beg at shops, eschewing light
And badge; then, one by one, they drop from sight
Down the cinder trail to where drifters meet
For potluck mulligan and brushwood heat . . .
To borrow makings and recast their flight.

And this, the jungle caravansary
That only those tatterdemalions know
Whose horizons are railed and profligate.
And here, in their hospice of urgency,
They boil failings and rags at ten below
And bide the highball of the climate freight.





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