How Degrading It Is

Cheryl Grady

I tell myself I don't want to go
but, if I don't, there will be
hunger, shivering, blindness
the countenance of confusion and fear

How degrading it is
cobwebs, dustmites, grease and grime
scrub, scrub, scrub
until there is no more

how degrading it is
but then, what a luxury for them
oh, by the way
did you pick up the kids?