This man who lies
On the staircase,
covered, half dead, half alive,
A victim of years
Neglect and addiction to drugs,
Temporarily unburdened of pain,
Why is he here?
Why isn’t he where he ought to be,
With his family,
On a bed, under a roof ?
I asked myself these questions today,
As if I, a helpless
victim of circumstances herself,
Had the answers to them,
Or the power to change things.
20 August 2016