A snippet of his cellphone screen
Off the ear and cheek. As conversation progressed
Amid him and a invisible body. Captured in the snippet
Was a reflection of sunlight,
That danced on the sidewalk.
While he paced in a circle like a caged tiger,
Anxious to be viewed by zoo patrons.
But this animal was impervious
To the nonchalant voyeurs.
He was screaming uncensored confab.
“I fucking told you what I want already!”
“A fucking moron could do your job!”
I fancied the victim
Of such verbal abuse
Scrambling with tense footsteps,
To appease their master.
And yes, I was hungry.
And yes, I had no money for food.
And yes, the overseer looked dashing
In his navy blue suit that squared his shoulders
Like a boxer.
But I wasn’t imposing passion
Towards frivolous stuff.
That was stuff
And could be replaced.
I was just following his vulture circles,
Around the corpse of speech
He was feasting on,
Wondering how to put the scene
In a poem.