Homeless
Carried on the ebb and flow
of human tide, adrift
upon the sea of life
in an archipelago
of tow’ring glass and steel.
Jetsam of society,
Marooned deliberately
to save a Ship of State
promoting disparate fates
to maintain its affluence.
Or accidental flotsam,
detrital wreckage from
bankrupt business ventures
strangely free from censure
that turned his world upside down.
It is not his choice to sleep
in doorways where he keeps
his worldly goods close by
garbage bags to keep them dry.
He has no better option.
© David E. Moon, 2014 All rights reserved