Sandwichboard Man
SANDWICH BOARD MAN
His role in the street
Tells everything about
The café nearby
With a painted message
“Eat at Luigi’s”
And a big false hand
In blue plastic, with finger
Pointing to the café
You see only head and feet
Shabby hat and outworn shoes.
All between is hidden -
A walking wooden prism
A wooden prison
He walks to and fro
Never speaking, never smiling
His soul contained
Between two mute boards
Telling nothing of
His role in life
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