Not enough

A woman sits in the corner
her back to the crowd
she sees the corruption
she hears all the sounds.
The people ring on
their moaning overbearing
calling and crying
everyone is sharing it.
But the man who hangs
on the wall with
the drying paint
is tall and stiff.
His fingernails rip
they break apart
until he is an
incomplete work of art.
The woman watches the man
but only watches
because she knows
she is not enough.