Cardboard City Man Poem by Brendon Kent

Cardboard City Man

Let me take you to the passageway of more,
The floor so cold it thaws to words it sees,
To animate a warming breeze
that blows so cold across the truth
it focuses on the harsh realities.

He lay like angels, ashen-faced and still,
with no awareness of the moon or sun
or silver spoon denied at birth,
A cardboard city man.

His face uncovered, lost of will,
a reason to be sane, he knows tomorrow
he may never have to live this way again.
No-one will remember him, nor care why he became
a portrait of the modern world
A cardboard city man.

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