Marooned

Carried on the ebb and flow of human tide, adrift upon the sea of life in an archipelago of gleaming glass and steel islands aloof, unmoored from human need. Jetsam of society, marooned deliberately to save a Ship of State promoting disparate fates to secure its power. Or accidental flotsam, wreckage of a failed venture strangely free from any censure that capsized his life. It is not his choice to sleep beneath cold angles of concrete in doorways where he keeps his worldly goods close by in garbage bags to keep them dry. The choice was never his.