I’m unable to raise my eyes from my feet.
Just another man with a hand lettered sign
Blending into ashy pavement and smog filled air.
Frozen in place, bone weary
with lead weights for fingertips.
I’m sinking into the ground
Heavier than when I began.
The anchor holding me down
Has turned to chain.
I can no more lift my hands to pray
Than I can fall to my knees and beg.
The crowd steps around me
Coats flapping in the wind
Victims of their own indifference.
Someone kicks the tin cup
A dime rattles far away.
And no one fears me here.
Mute, grey, marble.
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