they give an immigrant a t-shirt
her three kids get one too,
says the name of the city and country on the front.
i like their smiles.
maybe they’ll be on a tourist brochure one day.
i have coins to exchange for some beer so i do and
walk to the railroad tracks and make a toast
to that immigrant family,
hoping they feel good in their new land of less death
and i make a second toast,
to the suicides
who didn’t feel so good in this land of less death
i take a big swig and
hope everyone feels a little bit freer
wherever their next step may be.
still the jungle 
Planxty..Thank you. Had never heard of it before, but recognized the words from somewhere else, from those legends of John Wesley Harding.