The Park by Sean

Seagulls do their dance around the park, the squirrels stare without remark.
The morning rush is about to start, dogs get whizzed around quickly, before the owners depart.
People rushing to work not looking around, their eyes on their phones, or heads to the ground.
Everyone too busy to think of others, It'll be the kids next, and then tots and mothers.
They're all concentrating on the coming day, too busy to notice the man on the bench, who's passed away.

He was only a vagrant so no big deal in the modern age, where people are conditioned not to engage.
The scene is cleared without much hesitation, no one to question in the investigation.
Life goes on for everyone else in the park, another vagrant takes to the bench after dark.
It'll be be winter soon and the temperature has started to drop, the vagrant has moved to the door of a shop. 
The seagulls still dance, the squirrels sill stare.
The people passing through, still don't care.