I see him everywhere I go. Bloodied eyes, pus coming out of his mouth, head cranked down, looking at his frail knees, unable to stand upright. He turns his head and looks. Turns again. Keeps an eye. Turns. Checks. Looks over his shoulder. Gasps. His head perspires blood and his eyes are filled with haze. His chin is narrow. His hair, unkempt, receding. He breaths in envy. He breaths out hate. He runs, slips, rises again, keeps running, keeps slipping, keeps rising until he can rise no more. Now, he trembles. He shakes his head off and becomes a spectacle.
