Lane by Lane

Standing in the town center
Dressed in a naked pose
He salutes the sun in chains
Birds rest at his fingertips
And nest at his neck's nape
His unmoving eyes
Stare into the neon signs
Of the franchises
Who encroach upon his home
If his face made expressions
Surely his chiseled jaw would clench
And his stony brow
Knot with pain
As he anchors a commercial round about
Of indifferent motorists
Who encircle him lane by lane