"after Ed Robertson poem"

The freeways clear during evening times as people pass with a blind eye to the obvious. The bridge lays quietly with dirt and dust praying to one day be used less frequently. A man walk under the bridge quietly with out noise. He then lays down and is unnoticed as a the sun is at night. Night, a time where many sleep, others are up and death is on its job. We look with a blind eye as death does as it swallows you hole and without remorse. A man sleeps on bricks and stone as a bed. He lays under concrete as a quilt to a child to gain rest. We pass by as the freeway clears during evening time as people pass with a blind eye to the obvious.