Dead man walking

This estate, these motorways
Houses rigged to lights. Purpose:
To each door, and when no doors
Opened for me, eyes lingered or
Turned away as though I were a corpse.

But I could feel the damp on my elbows
Nestled on grass and the wind;
The wind touched my resting hands.
They saw a dead man, not living,

they saw a dead man living.