The Coat

Once upon a time, There was a man, He had a giant coat, Even bigger than his pants. He was born naked, The coat was his only shame, When the world had stripped itself, Only the coat remained. It was melancholy, His ineffable glory, It had no pockets, But many rooms for misery. The coat had holes, That peaked into private parts, The blades of expectations, Had cut it all around. The beggars threw their money, Tried to steal the coat, But how could he sell, The price was too low. For he was forever captive, In his own discovery, The coat hid his scars, But also told his story. He slept with a woman, But couldn’t part with the coat, He travelled the world, But couldn’t find his soul. Even love found him once, But she didn’t stay, The coat was his only friend, And his only display.