EVEN THE LEAST

Take your seat
He said
At the lowest place

Even under the table
Where the dogs sit
Eating crumbs

And I always thought
I was special
Or so I could become

But he said
It was the widow
With the little

Who gave the most

And those of ill repute
The destitute who would
Discern
Divinity

Must I now slip
Slop
Sliding

From the table
Unto
Under

And down the seedy
Streets in

Dark
Drunk
Drugged poverty

Prostituting?

And being there
Hopeless
Helpless
Homeless

And being there
Begin again?