Me seen

I saw the old ones,
fat ones, black ones;
I see all the women,
the men,
and the young ones,
I’ve seen all the blind ones,
the thin folk, the drunk!

I saw the ‘scraggy’ people,
the hairless,
the white,
the folk for the daytime –
the shadows of night.
I see all the strangers –
the redheads,
the cripples.
My eyes seek their staring;
their blind selfish walking.
The boring,
the stunned and the stars.

But my watching is wasted…
As these all pass me by
they’re all of them
just their image is mine.