Ah, The Things You See At Work...

Strange stranger
Sits alone
In a government building walkway
Gazing at the passers-by

He’s there most days

Impossible
Not to notice
The hunger of the man
Each time he’s there, he eats

And invites you to comment

Carefully displayed
Are his choices of food du jour
A two-litre bottle of cheap soda
And a large bag of chips

Those are always there

Some days
There is a box of snack cakes
A club pack of puddings
Mega pack of rosettes

He works his way through them

Across from him
A convenience store
Whose workers report that he desires
Attention

He’s told them so

So hungry
He eats and eats
Desperately trying to meet the eyes of onlookers
Who smirk and giggle

And miss the hunger in his eyes

I wonder
Where he is
When he’s not here
Trying to stuff food into that emptiness

Who does he eat with at home?

He hopes
Someone will talk to him
Acknowledge him
Ask him why he does it

Reaching

Strange stranger
So well known
Alone
Clogging his arteries for our viewing pleasure

Drinking soda from champagne flutes