See him wander through the wastes of night,

Lean and wiry, shrewd observant eyes-

Hands grown twisted,

His very existence

An outrage to the flesh.

From the slimy, spittle-drenched sidewalk

The clean, upstanding trees

Cry shame upon his withered crookedness.

In a press of people faring,

He dangles, gasping-

Alone through the blank streets,

He mumbles and stumbles

A perishing MAN!