For the Man in the Corner.
It is certainly a spectacle.
Your shiver. Your labored walk.
Eyes that know I’m watching.
With nothing for either of us to say.
It is certainly trouble.
Your fear as wrong as mine.
Hands so dirty but your only hope.
There’s nothing we can do.
We share ache but I can see yours.
You think you’re hiding but your mess is out in the big wide open.
I am so sorry.