Ditch Litter

He lies
whiskey-whipped,
passed-out free
from hygiene’s vestments.
Burger King and Coke cans
cling to his ditch frame
like litter-on-a-stick.
Ticks feast
on rot-gut bounty,
an old dog sniffs away
from worse luck than his.
Heartbeat and habit,
his worldly goods,
sleep
child of God,
sleep.