Please, Sir

He must have missed her outstretched hands.
He must have missed her hollow cheeks.
An oversight, it must be.

She could not be invisible.
No, not she.

He must have missed her sunken eyes.
He must have missed her bare feet
in an inch of snow
on the street.

He must have missed her trembling words:
“Please, sir,
anything you have.
Anything to spare?
Please sir.”

Please.

He must have missed her little voice
in the triumphant song and noise.

“Please, sir!”
She wimpered-
a beaten puppy in her cage
as he laughed with his friends
and walked away.

No heart so heavy,
no soul so cold
could walk away from
a starving orphan in the snow.

He must have missed her
“Please, sir, please!”
When he left her to die
alone on the streets.

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