I watched him leave the platform
Suitcase in hand, putting his hat on his head
As the train was departing.
Shrieking metal, the clamor of voices; an overhead command
He was, for lack of a better word
Leaving a mark on society
All in all just another stain on the wall
A permanent fixture in a temporary form
Spray painted in vibrancy
There is no small feat to behold
As the ferryman bargains for his fair share
“What is the price of a free ticket?” He asked transparently
Throwing sideways glances at what transpires
We all stop in awe
In admiration of the abstract.