Toothpaste on his collar   There were creases in his shirt   And someone stabbed a fag out on his coat   It made a hole; it didn't hurt      He never noticed   Squashed inside the train   The elbows in his ribs   Complaints   And smells of garlic perspiration   As the stations flew      No one talked   No one looked      His face turned china blue   He tried to push; he couldn't move   He tried to scream; no sound came through   Was heaving, bleeding from the inside   He died, still standing      No one noticed   No one cared      They'd steal a glance, but never stare   It never pays to stare