Who will get rid of the dead squirrel on the sidewalk by the Taco Bell?
It’s been there for a week.
Soon it will start to smell.
Who will pick it up with gloves on and throw it in the trash?
Or come out with a broom and dustpan to sweep the poor little guy, his miniature fingers and toes frozen, into the next world?
Who will help the bipolar veteran in the wheelchair eat three meals a day?
Which dentist will take time out of his schedule to pull old, infected teeth at the free clinic next to the homeless shelter?
Who will wash the graffiti off the schools on the north side,
pick up the trash blowing around the playgrounds so our kids don’t step on needles in the grass,
donate wood and paint so that our neighbors aren’t living in shacks with tarps for roofs?
Next week or the week after,
that squirrel will be gone.
If I wait long enough,
turn my face the other way,
Someone will do it.