The Invisible Man

Head in pieces like a broken vase,
Standing on bridges shouting at cars,
Casually cutting himself,
Counselled on the National Health.

Voices whispering in his head,
Better off dead,
Better off dead,
The children call him names,
Laughing go about their games.

No care in this community,
Politicians have impunity,
His existence a living death,
Sleeping on the streets with wheezing breath.