Standing here alone,
On the precipice of something
But Nothing happens

Vague sounds of the city
And outside life
Crawl around

But in here
On this stage
On this table
The Walls close in

Strangers stand and gawp
Through the window they all look through you
Wandering, meandering ghosts
Up Past the penitentiary
And this wilderness
So deliberately
Alone

The whispered abstract
Stutters of the street
Cloak the pavements
In the laughter of rain

As strangers pass
Pointing their stares into empty shop windows
Veils are drawn as shutters
Old pieces of papers with broken, smudged phone numbers
Cling on to frail strips of cellotape

They un-caged an animal when they liberated you

But I wish they wouldn’t stare