Cardboard Sign

The sign is a wall.

I’m on one side, the world is on the other.
I’m outside.
Outside doors, outside walls.
Outside minds, outside hearts.
Beat black and blue by blue and black.
The doors I close are inside.
Abjection breeds abstraction.

The sign is a magic wand.

Magically, the call they’ve got is pressing.
Magically, the air ahead is hypnotizing.

The sign is a sign.

A sign of inequality.
A sign of poverty.
A sign of complacency.
A sign of apathy.

It’s just a cardboard sign.