Stranger
I heard you cry like a bird
and saw your white face
stripped of all masks
and pained,
hands panicked and fumbling blind
at the rows of stupid produce
now tumbling down –
then you started your own slow fall.
And I watched, stunned and saw
your paroxysms, legs flapping
and no one to hold you at the end
poor sod
whimpering, friendless, then dead,
lying amongst the yoghurt on the cold,
littered floor.
– Jogyata.
