Fellow Man - Keith Ransom

in the smell of the underground way of transporting
while riding the rails from stop to stop,
we meet eyes.
a man and a man.

I can feel the pain off him like fingers to Braille
and watching him breathe was disheartening
such deep breaths.
the kind you suck in
but suck everything out of you and hurt your chest.

So I give him a look of 'brother i feel you'
and 'tell me what to do to deliver your from whatever ails you'
no spoken words.
just the look.

He shakes his head slow in the way of a 'no'
and for then shakes it off.

The he shows me his teeth for showing concern.
And I show him mine back and give him a nod.
dear god.
please help fellow man live and breathe easier.