I saw you—
lying there, tossed aside like rubbish;
Everything you had was gone
except your life—just hanging on.
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?
You asked for water or a morsel of
They dared not risk the time,
the stigma, the means to help—
They did not dare to care.
I looked at you and saw myself—
Saw my father, my brother, my child.
You were some mother’s treasure—