He sits there watching bodies go by.
One passes, two… there he is—
He clings to the body with his eyes,
Arresting that moving shell.
He enters – zoom! – and keeps still.
He listens…
“I will do it, but I can’t… which is right?
What is wrong? Should I care? I don’t care,
But I must, is that right? Am I wrong?
The car needs cleaning, my place is a mess,
My salary is never enough. End, tonight
It must end. What’s it all for?”
He leaves, lets go, and keeps looking.
One, two, three… there she is—
He clings to her body with his eyes,
Arresting that moving shell.
He enters – zoom! – and keeps still.
He listens…
“Such pretty little lights, colourful jewels,
Sparkling like fallen stars, begging to stay alive.
I want them… The children are waiting,
Hungry, oh poor things. Wait! Another,
Shiny and lovely, oh, it must be mine!
The children can wait…”
He watches, he listens, he enters, he leaves.
He is consumed by all their private voices,
Their big, individual universes within.
He loves as they love, he feels their pain –
Ten-fold. Their doubts are as much his, their
Convictions- his revolution. He looks
And finds and asks and reassures and kills
And cares and grieves and nurtures.
All these lives he takes in one sitting, here
There, left and right, back, way past…
Lives, lives, precious little vast lives!
They go past him, calling to him.
He hears them… confusion, profusion,
Illusion, a fusion. Voices and faces and colors
And energy and a draft of cool air licking the
Back of his neck. One man rushing,
Another slipping, turning, looking away,
Kissing, touching, staring, malicious eyes,
Malicious heart. Running away, sitting still,
Waiting, a trap, bait, go get him,
Then disappear. They are all around him.
They are all over and they go through him.
Lives, lives, precious little vast lives!