sleeping bundled in a filthy pallet quilt
snatched from a loading dock

sleeping filthy bundled in old leaves,
concealed by the tight brush and steep embankment

at the side of an Interstate. Sleeping behind drugstore
glasses picked from a dumpster,

thick plastic frames hued like earwax,
plastic lenses streaked with mud, grit,

mud caked in his long sallow beard.
his boots, fit for a corpse, bound together with gray tape.

sleeping. finally the night passes off, leaving a dark
cold heavy sky now leaking a cold drizzle,

as he awakens it is raining on his face. alright, he thinks, it's time.
I'' wait no more. I'll use

the device