[Petra Norr]

This poem leaves a lot of questions.
One example is in the first line:

Our beards are soft and gray as morning ash

It's important to consider the POV here. This is not some Poundian observer seeing bearded faces at a (metro) station; this IS one of the bearded faces. So presumably it's not a scene seen from a distance, blurring together or dissolving. My question, then, is why is the narrator telling us his beard is soft? It must an important detail, because in my opinion beards usually are not soft -- short beards, anyway, can be prickly. So what's up with the soft beards? Do homeless people have soft beards?

Another line to question:
the cold, erasing rain may knit us suits.
I want to like this line, but it's too contradictory: the rain is erasing (= deleting) yet at the same time it is knitting (= creating). Something is wrong with the choice of words in this line.

Here's a line I like:
And if this station cracks beneath our boots,

I wish I liked the rest of the poem. My guess is, the poem is trying hard to be "special" but it just ends up 'erasing' itself in the process.