• You see him there,
    cracked feet bleeding on the pavement,
    leaving bloody footprints
    like a sanguine signature.
    He is Roy G. Biv,
    a crack stacker.
    He pushes drugs like Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
    from his broken shopping cart abode.
    He sighs at the sky and it sighs back,
    a putrid exhalation of pollution.
    We fear this man
    We ignore this man
    We are this man.