The Steward

He spoke in small calamities of sufferings
Where small shutterings of flesh fell from his mind
and remained on the cardboard floor for decomposition.
Likeminded people dwindled on the scraps, from a man with a million minds collapsed in grim.
He was a scholar, a poet, and an entity
who is no longer here to check next months rent.
As loves cluster could not be repaired
it now leaves everyday objects impaired past the point of unrecognisable.