Social Justice Poetry

Ned’s Safety Net | A Social Justice Poem by G. Louis Heath

The best bed Ned ever had is his
casket today. We few who knew

him drop farewell soil on him as
the best bed he ever had descends

into the earth. The futon Ned slept
on by a space heater in his room

downtown is nothing compared to
the grand comfort he now enjoys.

Luxuriate forever, dear beloved Ned!

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