Black man on the ground

Today I watched a black man on the ground

In ripped jeans and no shirt

His body of twisted muscle

He snapped his arm up for my attention

And made a fist, and slowly lowered it to the ground

It shook around me

As I road past him on a bike

I heard him whispering into my headphones

He whispered: Listen

I had the feeling that he was tired of other means of communication

And had moved into lying down

Half-naked

Exposed

Whispering

Waiting for someone to listen

Waiting for someone to listen

Waiting for someone to listen