In the west she'd be locked away

[billy]

i think i'd have liked something more than a simple 'she' at the start of the poem but really, i found it an almost excellent read, the tone of the narrator comes across as an outsider viewing a microcosm. apart from the comment about the 2nd line, i only had nits really.

the last line did feel a bit trite, so i'd ask if it's essential to the poem.

i could read more poetry like this without any problems what so ever
thanks for the read.

She ambles between egg vendors,
football playing screaming boys, this feels a little awkward jc. seeing as there's no end rhyme to worry about, a suggestion would be; screaming boys playing football.
and the local station de police. this gives a hint at a place(we know it's not in the west)
The chatters and mumbles don’t stop
going from spider to howler in an instant. this gives it an eastern feel.
She must have been educated once is once needed?
before the psychosis set in;
her French, accompanied by saliva darts, excellent line the image is very crisp.
is better than mine.

I saw a man offer her bread today.
Hadn't seen her before his arm outstretched,
I guess it's a spider day.
She didn't seem to understand,
maybe she just wasn't hungry.
At first I thought him her caregiver
I've wondered if she has anyone,
but that's just my western brain,
I think. Because then I remember her wiry hair
tied up with that kind of plastic rope
they string figs onto,
shifted backwards onto chopped gray
from its flower power place,
and how there's never a fly too far off.

She is as scenery in this place
and I’m the only one phased
by her accusing stares.

She reminds me of what I am not.