I saw him
Live, I saw that man live.
In the hand he had just rinsed
He held a brown plastic comb.
He placed his right hand on his hair
And started combing it carefully
One side, then the other.
He left the comb on his rug,
And smoothed his hair.
He sat there all day, on the pavement
He is, I swear, the only living man
On Boulevard Saint Martin.