No Grace –

His hanging hands, too long for any backwards sleeve burrow, no coat pockets, hardly a coat.
Cold and free thinking hanging hands, reddened tip from his blood warm-up.
Turned away from Court, by step after step with his debts rising up, left to look upwards, to die out.
Proscribed, devalued, forgotten, first heart attack.
Ambulance for another one at the deserving place.

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