Ah

                         he didnt know who but he could imagine their possibly mindset the disgrace they inhabitedor maybe didnt  maybe they had slipped so far from an inkling of shared humanity that they felt whatever they did was warrantedwas fuckin alright  believing It's yours to clean up, all yours!

perhaps they had disassociated themselves from regular societypolite society so why shouldnt it pickup the pieces

coming off the sidewalk beside the main street he hopped up the first two stepsthen stopped  his left foot poised above the thirdstopped when he saw the stillmoist dribble staining the face of the fourth concrete step and puddle half a saucer at the crease where the two joined 

someone had loosened a shit on the concrete stoop above at the top of the fivesix steps

to either side of the stoop were thin bushes directly above it danced slender ash limbs he had to duck beneath them as he sidestepped the coagulated pool and spatter

whoever shit scattered dirt atop it like a cat who defecated in a catbox he hadnt thought of public walk as a catbox before

       despite it he laughedretained a sense of humour  he could imagine the individual perched above and within fifteen feet of a busy city street as a surly king or queen scepter in hand who thrilled emptying their ecstatic bowels before their kingdom because they could  they jetted their wet BM before all the knaves serfs servants ladies and lords

Have that; I give it to you. It is yours.

it had to be gratifying

                        at some level he couldnt yet discern  or comprehend

1448,  Monday,  23  9. 19 

1455,  Twosday,  24  9. 19