THE PLATE

The cruelty of neon,
the cruelty of the downtown grid system
tests the water-tested homeless.

They lay their heads on the sidewalk plate.
The sidewalk grate versus
the tiled estate:
the predetermined, unused real estate.
But, there isn’t a business over there;
it’s doors are locked, its windows held with tape.
The human beings outside of it
lay their heads on the soggy cookie plate:
the novel, strawberry and chocolate checkered slate.

Weightless, want-less,
human freight,
space fighters,
carelessly expected
to get on the plate.

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