church attic burned out
shotgun blast shattered window pane
why would anyone choose to live here?
cracks in the floor
you could live here
thrown out unwanted
high on fill in the blank
no money no food no family no meds
gay transgender young old straight alone selling
whatever you can to bed down
in this homeless house of god
where is the community
that serves you?
The above poem is based upon this photo
from the prompt at RWP.