NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo #23 – Happy Fucking St. George’s Day

They announce their coming to the street,
with slapping footfalls weighed by a day’s work.
Drunk on beers they can’t pronounce
in outifts bearing rust-red crosses,
whose straining seams were stitched
together for the lowest price
by people they despise. Please,
try not to be offended.