a reply to eoin macken's a woman on the tube
there are few who notice
an old woman in flannel rags
unless she's crying
or leaning against them on the tube
their ears plugged with sounds
selected at random by a device
i can hear the songs too
because you play them so loud
you don't want to hear the world
but you have to see it
you have to see me
give me your change
or think a smile will do
to feed me and the old man
i have to go home to
his heart failing more often now
the heat runs out regularly
and you think one pound will help.
it does. but we need more
than one man with one quid to give.
2 comments:
I happened upon your post because I was reading Eoin Macken's blog. What a beautiful poem as a response to his.
thank you, colleen!
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