Jericho Road/
Anywhere Street
I saw you—
lying there, tossed aside like rubbish; 
abandoned, wounded—
Everything you had was gone
except your life—just hanging on.

Others passed—
I saw their hurried footprints
to the other side—away from you.
A man shorn of his possessions—
What if you’d ask for some of theirs?

What if—
You asked for water or a morsel of 
their food?
They dared not risk the time, 
the stigma, the means to help—
They did not dare to care.

And I?
I looked at you and saw myself—
Saw my father, my brother, my child.
You were some mother’s treasure—
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