Love this poem, touches me on a personal level. A homeless man I had seen around town on his bicycle died a few years back, killed by a couple of "kids" from well to do families(no charges); I fought for him in the local paper, volunteered for Hospice & asked what happened to the remains of paupers, actually felt the weight of human life unclaimed in my hands. Heavy but light... that is how your poem struck me.

Shoes an a blanket

^ typo