“Jij,” said the little girl.
“Jij,” said the boy next door.
“Jij,” said the mailman,
to the woman,
where the shopkeep concurred.

“Jij,” said the passee,
face unknown,
words so cruel.

“Jij,” said the people,
who’d grown to watch you
through your drool.

Jij, said everything.
Jij, in the inbetweens.

Jij, you agree,
because you can no longer see.

Jij.

Your everything
burned
Into their easy
Bleeding
nonsense