In a land
without homes,
a Kingdom
with no crown,
we were Judges
at least.
Survival rules
strictly enforced
and we were
the strongest.
We had put
our time in.
Tramp longest
of all, a born bully,
still handy in
a tussle.
Buckshot could
drink more than
anyone else,
got a check.
I guess my hustle
was strong, they say
conversation rules
the nation.
Long-haired Thomas
was not like us
but no less a part.
He was a snipe hunter-
kept us fat with
thrown down smokes,
he sang songs.
No cats allowed
in our dog eat dog
and his voice
was gentle on us
at night.
Thomas was gentle,
a part of us none the less.
