People pass the hand.
There are sounds of car horns and music.
People pass the hand that begs.
Three boys in hoods fold their arms
and swerve away from the hand,
the hand that begs in the rain.
A woman in blue will not look
at the hand that begs,
stretching out in the rain.
People come and go, looking at their phones.
Nobody takes the hand
stretching out, shining in the rain.
In the hollow of the hand
is a folded square
but nobody looks twice at the white paper
that gleams in the hand that begs,
stretching out and shining in the rain.
PJ Harvey & Seamus Murphy
The Hallow of the Hand