THE AFFLICTED That man has ears but he does not hear he has eyes but does not see legs but his walking takes him nowhere All his efforts bend toward the final reach of his hand into a white space nothing comes out of If he comes toward you stop him if he walks away tie him to the parking meter if he begins to talk listen closely His forehead is cold your hands can warm it his cheek is pale your lips can inflame it he is trying to see through your eyes You are trying to tell him not to move put your hand on his chest it will slow him give him your eyes it is all he wants