Somewhere
a sketch has been made
an outline on the ground
of where one once stood
expressing himself
to be heard or to be
a part of what moved about
Instead of jumping in
input was given and brought
a halt to consistency
No rubber-neckers
for his beauty and difference
overshadowed his difference
And what was once standard
now included him
And they still envy him
though they are all gone
because even without his name
his story says it all
And without his story
everything and everybody
remains the same