Absorption
Outside a closed church
Damaged by the earthquake
I pass by him
Every afternoon around 2
The air of broken dreams
The marks of spilled guts
Stain the sidewalk
Around his escaping body
Facing the wall
Asleep on a cardboard
Next to a pillow
Of strange belongings
A thousand footsteps come and go
Ten thousand cars drive by
Does anybody really see
Or worry about him?
Why don't I ever say hello
Or ask how I can help?
Fazeel Azeez Chauhan
9-16-99
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