CVD19.5

Being homeless is a habit:

Sorting through tab ends

Vainly hoping for gold tipped

Promise , lifting one up 

Above the pideon pavement.

Another person's discarded fag

Is a surface where Covid lingers

Opiated, but not finished yet!

And these souls, unclean,

Just wait to be gathered

Into deaths cold embrace

And turned out, cruelly,

Onto a morticians slab

"Here lies a habit disforming".