Stump

He was a stump of a man.

Stood barely four-foot six

Seen each and every morning

Through the sleepy village trudging

Clubbed foot, circumstance of humble birth

Dragging

Twisted furrows in his dusty wake

A collector of things cast aside

Mute

Stoic

No heed to taunting children

Nor growling mongrels

Vying for scraps tossed

Afterthought

To those of higher calling

 

Henry was his Christian name

Known only to his makers

Others called him Stump

Or nothing at all

Now dead and gone

Forgotten

Long buried on a barren patch

Baked dry by a ruthless sun

 

 

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