Pedestrian Crossing

I wake
and sneeze.
I shake
from avarice and from fleas.


I walk
and talk a little.
I stalk
cold drinks and peanut brittle.


I hop
a train.
I stop
I'm slain.
Some prick,
from behind,
took a stick -
now I'm blind.


I fall
to my knees and my mettle.
I fight
(and bite a little).
I kill
(and die a little).


I weep
through black blood-soaked eyes; I scream.
I sleep
and dream.