Toothpaste on his collar, there were creases in his shirt. And someone
Stabbed a fag out on his coat. It made a hole. It didn’t hurt. He never
Noticed, squashed inside the train, the elbows in his ribs. Complaints
And smells of garlic perspiration, as the stations flew. No-one talked,
No-one looked.
His face turned china blue, he tried to push, he couldn’t move. He tried
To scream no sound came through. Was heaving, bleeding from the inside.
He died… still standing. No-one noticed, no-one cared.
They’d steal a glance, but never stare. It never pays to stare.