His coffin carried to the center of the street.
People glance and stare,
people he’ll never meet.

Skyscrapers overlook the scene.
From underneath the wood he stares back.
No one ever knew this teen.

He is the face of millions,
one to hate corporate greed.
Death is so sellable,
and being sellable is all you need.

The casket is crowded now.
People wonder,
wonder how.

They step away,
the body lays still.
He closes his eyes