Man on the Metro

The man on the metro
Dreams of flying
One-leg wonder wriggling
On urine-stained palms
Dragging earth-bound body across
The shifting train floor
He jangles his cup of hope
Says, “Give me wings,
Give me wings,
I wasn’t meant to be
But the commuters, they
Avert their gazes from
The grotesque spectacle
And hoard their feathers
Every one.
And the man on the metro
Drags his one leg
Through the footprints of demons
And dreams of flying