I found this to metaphorical for humans as a whole, rather than this poem being about just an individual man. The way that the poem describes the man, I picture him as somewhat of a zombie- his body dying and decaying, with no hope or feelings, jaded by the world.
I feel as if Edwin was making a remark about the direction the world is going. In saying that, I would have to also say that this poem is very dark and pessimistic, insisting that this man (if not all humans) are essentially useless.
With that said, I do find this poem very interesting and engaging. I like it along with the painting, which reinforces my zombie-like assumptions. I feel the anger and frustration in the questions, almost as if the author was spitting the words out. Insight, imagery, imagination- this poem has it all.
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